Just come in, two hungry kids with one who has pooed himself.
I sort out the poo one. I shout to DH who is upstairs to throw me down new pants and trousers, he yells back, for who?
I then tell DH to bring bin round, whilst I make tea, what bin from where? he says 'eer the massive black wheelie bin we just nearly hot on the driveway that has been there 2 days? He said I might have wanted the kitchen bin taking round somewhere. Where I have no idea, to the pub for a drink maybe?
He brings in the food shopping whilst I make tea, I rell him to take the bag of clothes upstairs (as it has a couple of xmas stocking fillers in) I am making tea and I have just discovered all the bags are in our bedroom including the food one's.
Do I have to give every tiny fucking detail or what? It's very very tiring.
Men.