just make a sodding decision
This 100%
There is a mental exhaustion I find, when you are the be all and end all in the family. And sometimes, often in fact, you just need the other supposedly responsible adult in the house to make a fucking decision.
I remember in the early days H asking me if the chicken was done. As he was standing next to the oven. I told him to take a look and see. Oh my did he kick off. An immature brat, who went from his mothers house, to his first wife's, to a serviced apt, and then to my home.
I did tell him once, I can see why xW left you.
One of the most infuriating for me is if he has to take DC to dr or sports etc, I'm expected to give him the detailed directions of how to get there, where to park, who to see etc, rather than just the time and address of the appt. Lazy, thoughtless and inconsiderate.
It would probably do many men a lot of good to live alone for a few years and learn how to run a house before they foist themselves on a partner.