dh has been away since Fri am, coming back Sun afternoon. no problem at all as I owe him some time off. But in his absence I have done the most mahoosive tidy-up ever of every single f-ing toy in the house. every bluddy play-mobil knife, tinsiest lego piece and jigsaw piece is in its rightful place. me and dds went into town and bought a laminator and this afternoon made labels for all the storage boxes - they were both really quite excited by this and are very happy with their wonderfully tidy bedroom and very proud of their labels. We also bought dh birthday pressies, wrapped them (not exactly a big deal, I know - but wrapping 3 pressies with a 6 and 4 year old is actually quite an effort). we baked him a cake, walked to the corner shop to buy sweets to decorate it, decorated it, even did candles. I also made sure dd6 did all her homework and got into her new routine of 5 mins piano practice after tea. All in all it's been a weekend that has involved a lot of effort. I bathed them both tonight and did bedtime. and the feedback on all this? that i should never agree to sit in their bedroom for a while after lights out and its my fault they weren't going to sleep. he went to bed at 3 am last night, he's grumpy and mildly hung over and, tbh, I feel pretty f'ed off. and I'm not even sure he's realised.