Today I've got tons of work to do in order to be able to meet a Wedneday deadline for work (I freelance from home) - since I'm a SAHM, the weekend is really my biggest chunk of time to work.
Had to go to church this morning for a thanksgiving service ready for ds3's baptism next week so I've done no work all morning.
Need stuff from Tesco so dh says he'll go - get home and I go to get out the car to start work while he goes to which he says 'hang on, I'm not going to Tesco with 3 kids'.
Errr, sorry? Why not? Isn't that exactly what I do when he's at work? OK, not the last few weeks as I've been doing it on line but I'm at home with them on my own 5 days a week and we certainly are not housebound - I can't go anywhere without 3 kids, end of story!
Why are men so pathetic? What really gets me about this too is that I'm completely over run with 1000 things to do, not only for my deadline but also for the arrival of his family who are all staying with us for 3 days next week (his Mum, Dad, Sis, dh and dd aged 3) - just how much linen washing/drying/ironing, bedmaking, food cooking do you think he'll be doing? That's right - nada! As well as being a SAHM to the 3 kids fo 4 and under, working in every spare minute to meet my work deadline - I'll be trying to get the house straight, beds made, guest towels sorted (doesn't sound like much but the washer is on 3 times a day without this extra), meals to prepare for Saturday night for 8 adults and I still don't know how I'm catering for Sunday.
Lazy bar steward.
Feel better now - off to do some work. Thanks for the friendly ear!