Take me away from all this!
DH is currently running about in a bath towel, having got up at 9.45, and then charged about as usual doing his inefficient scurrying and multitasking thing in his dressing gown, before running a bath for himself, then eventually having a bath at 11 'because I wanted an hour to myself' and arguing with the children through the bathroom door constantly, and finally panicking because he thought he hadn't got the chicken in on time (DD was already giving it a Nigella treatment and about to do that for us herself) and that DD hadn't started her essay for uni yet.
I have just told him if he carries on flapping like this I will need a very big glass of sherry!!
WHY CAN'T HE DO ONE THING AT A TIME????? AND FINISH IT?????
Family life, eh?