Kate
that sounds like utter purgatory. Hopefully in 18 years the near future you'll all be able to laugh about the worst ever day out. Until then, I really hope you have some good fabric cleaner and, frankly, a helpful DH to get it all sorted out. Big bonfire required for the soiled clothes I suspect.
Hope F is still OK after her tumble, LVB. Sounds as if other halves generally are not in our good books from what you and Tarti both say. I can chime in too, just feeling very fed up and drone-like at the moment in terms of the sheer weight of chores, their divvying up between the two of us and the lack of time/space to do them in. I really only have nap times and feel like I am constantly doing stuff, never getting to the end and always feeling behind. My DH makes the time and space to do things like going for a walk or a run, but the former just makes space for me to fit in chores unencumbered and the latter requires me to stay in the house. I don't get too many opportunities to take myself off and forget all about childcare and laundry and constipation and what they'll eat for the next meal etc etc.
I feel like writing a list of every single thing I do in one day just to keep the house and people in it functioning smoothly as I want DH to acknowledge that I am doing a hell of a lot. It is the thing about a working woman having to do 2 or 3 jobs but only getting noticed for the one that pays cash.
What has brought this on is the impending holiday - increasingly I feel that I go to work to have a break, a holiday is time off work and ergo going on holiday is a break from having a break. No wonder I don't feel very enthusiastic, I can just foresee all the daily chores that will need doing in an unfamiliar environment with pressure to enjoy ourselves and (the fear I keep coming back to) the very long drives involved on at least 4 days of the fortnight.
mucky, I know this was you on your last holiday...please give me any tips to help me chill the fuck out and enjoy it! I know what I should do is stop being such a bloody martyr and tell DH that I would like a bit of praise once a week (which is all it would take, I'm so easily mollified) and also just tell him that I am going out and he is to take care of everything for that time - no prepping food or laying out stuff, just shut the door and walk away.
I'm going to be 40 very soon and maybe it's just a collision of feeling a bit upset about that plus usual daily grind.
Sorry this is so moany. Just really need a rant and obviously what a grown up would do is talk to DH about it!
tarti, glad you had fun at CP.