WARNING VENTING HORMONAL OVERDUE WOMAN ALERT!!
Well any sympathy I had for DH has just vanished in a puff of smoke!
Been mighty uncomfortable this morning so decided I'd better pack an overnight bag for the boys and get the last couple of baby bits out of the storeroom.
Went into boys room (total disaster area, toys everywhere, nearly broke my neck trying to cross the floor - I never let it get like that - rule is all toys away before bed). Went to get out their underwear, drawer complete chaos - DS1 and DS2s undies mixed up with socks and school undies shoved in there as well, despite them never being kept in there. Also absolutely full of odd socks! Odd socks do not go in that drawer, he knows that, but for some reason there don't seem to be many pairs since he's been doing the washing!
Spent 3/4hr sorting drawer and rehoming items to the right places then went to get them some clothes out of the wardrobe - aaaagh! Complete meltdown - it looked like the aftermath of a jumble sale in there. Absolutely nothing in the right place, random items shoved (by that I mean shoehorned) in to any available space, DS1 and DS2s clothes mixed up etc etc, so just had to spend ages sorting that lot out before I could pack.
I know it sounds like I'm being a pain, but he does know where everything goes and usually puts things away in the right place, he obviously just couldn't be bothered because he thought I wouldn't look - already had the argument about him just shoving things anywhere thats available instead of putting them away this morning when he couldn't locate some of DS2s school stuff! We live in such a small house, everything has a place and has to be kept in its place or we end up living in total chaos and can't find a thing. DH's policy is stack 'em high and lose 'em apparently!
Next went in storeroom (should be baby's room) to locate changing mat and wipe over with sterilising solution, only to find he had piled a load of junk on top of the freshly washed, ironed and folded baby bedding, completely blocked the front of baby's chest of drawers (which I only filled at the weekend with newborn stuff) with boxes of stuff I could barely move and dumped another load of stuff on top of my basket of breastpads, maternity pads etc so boxes are now all crushed and battered.
God he is worse than the kids!
So now I have managed to pack the boys bag and drag what I needed around the boxes and into our room, my pelvis is killing me, I am even more knackered and he is for the flippin high jump when he gets home (appraisal been moved to tomorrow so can tell him off after all).