Solely a moan thread. I pull him up on everything and all the time, I don’t suffer in silence, he doesn’t get away with things. But some days I just want to scream.
DH has been nothing but an absolute pain in the arse, as he usually is on ‘event’ days (Easter, Christmas, Halloween, birthdays).
His entire ‘contribution’ to Halloween has been: inviting his friends and their DC round for a picnic tea and trick or treating, and carving the pumpkins (while I supervise chaotic toddler and older child).
Mine has been: sourcing costumes (from Vinted and in advance as I don’t want to spend £40 on costumes to be worn once by growing kids). Finding a pumpkin patch, checking the opening times, just small things like pointing out DC needed their wellies on and not trainers, all the organising and sorting. Finding old towels for the pumpkin carving, making sure we have the picnic food in. Actually cleaning the house a bit before everyone arrives. Buying tickets to a Halloween disco the kids are going to this afternoon. All the shitty grunt work.
At every turn I’ve had to remind him of the most basic things, and reminded him of starting times, and pointed out you can’t invite friends round to a house covered in crumbs, an overflowing nappy bin and kitchen floor covered in dog hair, made him get involved with cleaning up. He’s muttered under his breath and rolled his eyes and snapped at me the entire time.
The final straw has been he has ‘lost’ my Halloween costume, so now I have nothing. He’s denying losing it but I put it somewhere v specific because I KNEW this would happen, and somehow he’s managed it. After losing my costume, he moaned about me breaking into the pile of junk food he just brought back from the shop (I ate 1 Halloween themed Jaffa cake bar out of about 15 bags of crap).
Before everyone asks what he brings to the party, he religiously does the same tasks every day (walks the dog, cleans the kitchen, unstacks the dishwasher, takes the bins out, hoovers etc). He isn’t ‘lazy’ as such, it’s just like anything outside this core of repetitive tasks just doesn’t occur to him, then he flails at last minute. If it wasn’t for me all special events would be an absolute let down.
Just needed a vent. From a costume-less witch, who feels tempted to put a hex on him.