He's got a week off work, DS has finished nursery for the summer, and I'm already tearing my hair out. We've had one row about my parenting already (apparently I give DS too much independence that he's not ready for, then I get snapped at for hovering over him, I can't win) the house looks like a hurricane tore through it, and DH is lounging on the sofa watching cartoons on the computer, leaving me to sort food/games/toilet for DS.
I was actually planning on getting some of my own work done this week - I'm midway through a novel and DH being home was meant to give me some dedicated writing time for a change. It looks like that isn't happening now, since I'm stuck doing the same things I do every day. If anything, there's more work to do because DH just creates mess, which he won't clean up.
I feel like screaming. It's only the first day, I don't know how I'm going to get through the rest of the week.