I apologise in advance for the following rant - I just need to vent and let this out somewhere before I implode/explode.
Well dh has come back from his course a proper a*se. He made it plain that he won't be taking the boys to school anymore and said two days should have been enough time for me to 'regain control' - wtf. In his warped little mind I have had two days to "reassert my authority over the household" in his absence and his help should no longer be required! The reality was more like I just about held onto my sanity through sleep deprivation, school tribulations and a screaming, coldy teething baby.
This morning he got himself up and made as much noise as possible to make sure dd woke up as well, so that I wouldn't have an excuse not to feed her and get up straight away. Then he didn't save some of ds2's porridge for dd like he usually does (in fact he didn't make the boys porridge either, instead he bunged some of his muesli in a bowl for ds2 and gave ds1 gluten free puffs which he hates) and finally he decided to iron himself a shirt in the doorway between the living room and kitchen so that no-one could get in or out of the rooms.
I am ashamed to say I got really angry, but ended up shouting at ds2 instead of dh. I did apologise to him and explain that it was Daddy I was cross with not him (although he was being a proper pita and having an "I can't" whiney morning as well). So at least ds2 and I had a hug and made up.
Then, just was we all had shoes, coats and snowsuits on dh says, I'll take the boys in an exasperated tone! To which I asked what precisely would be the point in that seeing as we were all now ready to go out by the front door.
So the upshot is, he didn't leave any earlier, won't get to work any earlier and will come home at his usual time despite being as much use as a chocolate teapot this morning and quietly asserting his "not my problem attitude".
Thinking about it, it all started when he got back last night, when despite my being desperately in need of a bath and relax, he decided he would have 2 meals (he came home just as I was serving up, so I served him some too, despite already putting jacket potatoes in for him) then have a nice long shower. Thus leaving me to deal with a screaming, fractious dd - again, before basically telling me I had to go to bed.
I really don't know what has got into him. He is being a complete a*se. Actually, I do think I know what's got into him. A midlife crisis, fuelled by a crush on a younger, posher, cleverer boss's daughter who pays him a lot of attention at work (she is based at the offices he went to for this weeks course) and will be there looking glamorous at next weekends black tie do (which of course his wife won't be at). He knows just how to make me feel like a scruffy, fat, lazy useless housewife.
Why is it that no matter how hard I try to fight my way out of depression, something always have to come and smack me in the guts and drag me back down again.