Must be in a ranty mood today, sorry!
DH arranged for a guy to come round to talk about work this evening, which is bad enough. Didn't think about where he would have this meeting
he left the toys in a state and the kitchen was a bombsite but he went upstairs with T to start the bath....
(H not right at all, woke him at 6 for some tea, had none, dip in bath+screaming+calpol and back in bed before 7 )
I left DH with T doing stories came down and blitzed the toys & kitchen big time.
So he's having his meeting in the kitchen.
Now, AFAIK there is no genetic/biological reason why i should know how to load a dishwasher any better than him, right?
but hey, it's sorted now.....