Ugh, husband just really peed me off. We have a long-standing history of falling out over DIY - not good when we have spent three years renovating a house. We're almost at the end of it now but he has a massive bee in his bonnet about getting it done by Christmas - even though I have two massive freelance jobs to do, plus organising and making all the presents for both our families, because while he would not be embarrassed by not giving people decent gifts (and often doesn't give gifts at all, left up to his own devices), I would find it hugely embarrassing, as everyone is always very generous towards us.
So I am getting my ear bent all day, every day about the effing house - it doesn't help that we are both working from home at the moment - and I am just sick to death of it. I hate doing DIY, I really do - we've had to do a lot of stuff ourselves that I know most people wouldn't dream of doing because we hadn't got the money to pay professionals.
On the other hand, I know that he has been really good and has done the lion's share of the crappy DIY jobs from the start. But by god, has he let me know about it! Never mind the fact that I do the lion's share of the cleaning... Because it just gets messy the next day again, that doesn't seem to count! The work he does is permanent!
Arrrggghhhhhhhhhhh. Sorry to whinge. I know I am pissing him off, and I can see why, too, but I do wish sometimes he would just step back and realise that he's pretty lucky that he's got a wife who can sew curtains cheaply, who is willing and able (if reluctantly) to tile and grout and silicone, and who isn't interested in spending any bloody money on clothes, shoes and handbags. GAH!