Morning All.
Should be working, but I am in a vile mood (at least DH thinks I am, I think I've woken up out of the alcoholic 'don't care' fog. Being sober apparently does not turn me into a nice person) and I need a rant.
My generally lovely, and very grown up DH seems to have swapped personalities with DS and it's driving me mad, and making me think about drink at 10am (notice he's not actually driving me to drink though!). And it's all about housework.
DH used to do all of the ironing and all of the washing up, 18 month ago we got our first dishwasher - no more washing up - I mostly stack it - because he seems incapable of a) doing it efficiently b) waiting until it is full to put it on. I unload it because I am always first up - the cat insists 
. A year ago, we embraced non-ironing because so much built up that needed doing. No more ironing - but he doesn't like it when I take his ironing out of the machine, and if I do - and fold it, he doesn't put it away, so it creases and ends up back in the washing.
So, that's two jobs that are redundant - but he hasn't 'picked up anything else. Then, in September, both of us agreed we don't like cleaning, and can afford a cleaner - I arranged a cleaner, two hours a week, just for hoovering and polishing - keeps the place semi-habitable when we are busy (and I love it, best money I spend). But, a) somehow dealing with the cleaner has become entirely my responsibility b) he is apparently incapable of tidying so that the cleaner can do her job, which means I get up extra early on a Tuesday to make sure she can find the floor; c) when she can't come for two weeks (bereavement and funeral), the cleaning becomes my responsibility, even though we do the same job, and actually I am busier because I do it across two departments.
So I lost my rag and told him "The fucking dog does more fucking housework than you do" (he makes sure the kitchen floor stays crumb free!). He says he will do things if I ask - but that means I'm responsible, I have to ask, he can't see it for himself, and if I do ask - it takes hours or days for him to get round to it (shopping - he says he'll go so I don't have to, make a list. I make a list because we are out of almost EVERYTHING, wait for him to go. He doesn't go, it's lunchtime - I have to have something random or un-nutrious (super noodles) because he hasn't gone yet - he's alright because he didn't get up until 10 and had the last two slices of bread for toast at 11. Finally goes at 3, takes him an hour and a half.
I know it is so trivial, but I have one Kevin the teenager, (two if you count the dog), I can't cope with another. And now I've been made to feel unreasonable, naggy and shouty. (By the way, I'm not a neat freak, my standards are REALLY low).
Luffs you all Babes, I'll be back at lunchtime in a better mood.