DH is a lazy bastard. He knows this, every few months we have a bust up about it and he says he will try. But deep in his bones he is a lazy, selfish, cunting bastard.
We have a big closet which we have both been worried is getting damp. I spotted some mould in there earlier this week so have been taking things out bit by bit (bedding, coats etc) all week. This morning I tackled the last of it - moved all our shoes back into our wardrobes etc. he came up just as I was finishing and seemed to take over the last few bits (boxes of CDs, suitcase of Xmas stuff, tennis rackets etc - tmi I know).
I took the kids out at 12pm, got back at 6pm. Fucking CDs, suitcase, piles of bedding etc all over the fucking bedroom. Why oh why can't he just tidy it up? Why is it such a big deal? Why would I even have to ask him? I stomped, we argued. He seemed to be sorting it out while I gave the kids dinner. I went upstairs to find he had just stuffed the bedding, mouldy suitcase of Xmas stuff, tennis rackets in MY fucking wardrobe 
. Not under the bed or in another cupboard but deliberately crammed in my wardrobe. What an utter fucking shit.