Evening ladies.
I'm just going to have a little rant about another bloody drama in my house.
DH.
He's a and with him and raging PMT I walked out at the weekend....only for 40 mins but when you getto end of this post you'll see why thats a good thing, and its just as well it was on;y 40 minutes.
I was trying to cook dinner, G was screaming (hungery, tired and teething) and I kept asking Dh to have him but he was doing his usual thing of whatever he's doing is more inportantt then what I'm doing.
I was cooking dinner. He was emptying the dishwasher.
FFS.
He couldn't stop and take G even though once I;d done the dinner I would do the dish washer.. Oh no.
So I go and change G's nappy and then carry on with G in one arm and he puts all the dishes away.
We pretty much finsh atthe same time and he say " I'll take him now...I've finished"
"Yes, and so have I" I sadi "and yet again whatever you're doing is so much more important. It doesn't matter that I was trying to do dinner...you have to do your thing first"
blah blah blah...all been said before and he never fucking listens.
He walks off while I'm telling him that I would have down all the dishwasher once dinerr is cooking.
G is stil screaming in my arms.
So I wlak into the front room, put G on the chiar and walk out.
I drive around for 35-40 minutes thinking he'll get a little taster of what its like to get the dinner ready with 4 children harrassing you, Dinner should have been cooked, on teh plates etc tec.
As soon as I open the door Ds1 says "the potatoes have bunrt"
Th ehouse smells like an incinerater and I walk into teh kitchen to find that yes the potatoes have burnt. Not roast pots. Boiled.
He'd let the pan boil dry so they wwre welded to bottom of it. The carrots and brussels staeming above the pots tasted like charcole.
So because the pots were ruined he's turned off the oven and te h pie that I'd made wasn't done. The contents wre cooked but teh pastry wasn't, not even nearly done.
"FGS, I was only out for 40 minutes...didn't you think to check them" i asked
" i couldn't...he's been screaming the whole time"
"Yes...well thats what it like. the dinner is ruined now"
I serve up what I can, and we eat whats edible and G starts screaming again.
I change his nappy again and discover a long sat in poo. He's been sat it in for 50+ minutes(since I changed him whilst trying to cook the dinner, he must have poo'd staraight away almost) and his bum is red raw. tiny little nappy rash burns are all over his bum.
Obviously Dh hadn't thought to check his nappy while I was out...Oh no thats far to difficult so now his little bum is really really sore.
So leaving the house for 40 minutes resulted in 90% of the dinner being ruined ( I didn't eat any of it) and G having proper nappy rash forthe first time in his little life.
My husband is an incompetant fool.
We have had words. I've told him this all has to stop.
I've gone on enough now though so I;ll tell you about that later.