I didn't wake up until 9.45am, I pulled on my dressing gown and walked downstairs. Yes, dp and ds were up, I could hear them chatting, but the place seemed quiet, there was no loud teenage music blaring out, no fishing programme on the TV, they were just quietly chatting......
Suspiciously, I opened the lounge door and walked in, the room was spotless, dusting, tidying and hoovering had been done. "Good morning darling would you like a cup of tea?" dp asked. I followed him to the kitchen, the kitchen was gleaming, the dishwasher had been emptied and the floor washed.... By this time I was a little un-nerved....
Dp made me tea and breakfast, when I finished he had run me a hot bubble bath. Ds cleared away my breakfast things and started to tackle the rather large stack of ironing I had planned to do this morning.....
The day continued in much the same way, dp cooked dinner and cleaned up afterwards, I haven't really had to lift a finger.....
What's going on? I am very confused!!!!!!!