Ok, I will start off by saying that compared to some on here, this is trivial in the extreme, and I'm sorry to whinge about this when so many people re going through far, far worse. I would just like some honest responses, as i genuinely don't know if I'm being a misery!
Husband and I have 6 kids, between the ages of 16 and 3. Life is good, we are essentially a happy little unit, with lots of love to go around. I work in a pretty good job with lots of responsibility and work to do at home after my 'contracted hours' are finished. DH used to work full time in a job he is not interested in, minimum wage, and 4 years ago went part time, 2 shifts a week (not a 9-5 job, bar work) in order to train for a job he was 'passionate' about for 2 days a week.
Fast forward four years, he now has a degree, but no longer wants to work in this field. Not a problem, the degree is transferable to other fields. When he finished the training, still working in the bar job, we decided that until he decided what he wants to do long term, he would only work three shifts a week in the bar job, as the savings we would make financially (childcare reduced, cleaner no longer required) would be worth it. This was what he wanted, and I agreed to.
However. Now we are in a position where his shifts change weekly, so we are still paying for before/after school care and nursery full time as we don't know in advance which days we need. His attitude is, if we pay for it, he uses it, so he spends up to 4 days a week (as his shifts can fall on weekends when I'm home) alone at home, no kids, nothing, while I'm paying for this luxury. Unavoidable, not his fault, but...AIBU to think that the house should be spotless? 7.30 am until 5.45 pm when I pick the kids up from after school care, he is home, surely I should not have to come home and pick things up off the floor? The 3 older DC arrive home at 4.30 ish from school, and he cooks us all a dinner, but then the washing up stays in the sink until I end up doing it, school bags and coats and shoes on floor until i put them away...grrr.
I'm a moany cow aren't I?