So, today I have:
- Fed and walked the dogs
- Fed the children breakfast
- Cooked a Sunday lunch for 8 (roast lamb, roast and mashed, carrots, cabbage, peas and gravy
- Cooked a Sunday dinner for 6 (mushroom risotto, roast chicken, bakewell tart - all made from scratch)
- Did DD's french homework with her
- Spent an hour catching up with bills and correspondence
- Worked for three hours on a report.
- Labelled DS's new school trousers and shirts
I have no clue what DH has done today. Not much. I think he did some washing up, but I wash up as I go along so he only had the plates and cutlery from lunch really. I got the kids to do the washing up at teatime. I also think he did one load of washing.
And don't go thinking that he needs to rest his precious man-brain at weekends to go do all the earning in the week. He doesn't. We both work FT. I earn much more than he does.
So I could live with this, I could live with this imbalance really, were it not for the unending stream of negativity and unpleasantness that comes out of his mouth.
For example - he looks at the lamb with horror and says 'What's this?' This is because I have cooked the lamb pink. For the last 22 years I have been overcooking every fucking piece of meat in the house because DH hails from Yorkshire and requires all meat to be overcooked to the point of incineration. Today I decided silently to rebel and cook the lamb pink. With garlic and rosemary. It was, if I say so myself, delicious. DH ranted for 8 full minutes about 'I need the meat cooked to MY SATISFACTION'.
So, once (and genuinely this is the first time I have done this) in 22 years I cook the meat to my satisfaction. I get a rant. A full on rant.
There were other incidents today. But the rant about the lamb just says it all.
He is a twat, isn't he? Please tell me he is a complete, utter and irredeemable twat.