Yesterday I had cluster-feeding day from hell, so I retired to bed with DS (5.5 mo)at about 8:30pm to sit it out and let my nipples be worn down to nubs in comfort. DH came up about half an hour later and said 'I've cleared up downstairs and turned everything off for the night'
So far so good, DS eventually went to sleep at about midnight and only woke twice in the night, and I had a good night's sleep in the happy knowledge that I could have a bit of a lie in to catch up on some sleep because there was no mess to clear up downstairs.
I went down at about 10am to make some breakfast (DH did bring me a cup of tea before he went to work as he does every morning - don't want to paint him as all bad!!) and was greeted by a kitchen in chaos! All the pans were still on the hob from when I cooked dinner, and the dishes were stacked on the worktop above the dishwasher which is empty ready for dirty stuff - he hadn't even thrown the yoghurt pots from pudding in the rubbish bin!! In addition, his cup and plate from his breakfast are still sat on the dining room table and the jeans and shoes he was wearing yesterday evening are on the sofa and floor of the living room.
Am I unreasonable to be sat here furious, but also genuinely confused at what on earth he thinks 'clearing up downstairs' covers? As far as I can work out it only involved moving the dinner plates from the table into the kitchen - argghhhhh.
We have friends arriving tonight for the weekend and he knows that DS is being a nightmare this week, he either wants to be eating or just cuddled so trying to get anything done is near to impossible.
Rant rant rant! I do feed a bit better now, but AIBU??