Sometimes DH annoys me even when he is trying to be nice.
I wake him up at 8.30 to remind him there are three people here who need a bit of rudimentary assistance with breakfast as I can't do it.
He provides a tray of breakfast for me and the kids, and then goes back to bed until 10.30.
He then gets up and makes pancakes for the kids (a Sunday ritual I started in my mobile days).
He then rushes around like a loony in his bathrobe for 90 minutes, generally doing low level inefficient 'busywork' tasks that don't really need doing IMO.
He then puts the pre-prepared roast in the oven and the pre-prepared veg on the hob, all at the wrong temperatures so they start to burn, because he is faffing about trying to multitask in his bathrobe doing busywork.
He then offers to take the multitasking to new heights by offering to collect DD from college (20 minutes away by bike down a bike path) and drive her back here, while apparently simultaneously remote cooking the lunch.
He then declares he wants to have a long soak in the bath, but then decides a shower would be better, except there is no hot water by midday (it comes on 12-1 again).
He then gets dressed at 12.15 and leaves to get DD, having announced he has to do office work this afternoon so will be out of commission, so it's looking like the two square metres of wall in the bathroom won't get painted, and my bathroom cabinets can't go back up, and my toiletries will remain confusingly in random boxes for another week.
Tell me ladies, am I right to find this both funny and frustrating in equal measure? Why cannot men do things in the right order, i.e. get up, get washed, get dressed, feed people and then do the DIY we truly need them for????