Bloody hell. Some posters here sound like fucking hard work at the best of times - I wouldn't want to engage with some of them for long after a day at work, either, as even reading the posts after about 9.30pm is tiring.
DIY is great. The stuff needs doing, you see a result at the end, even the thinking is done for you with flat pack or you get into a steady, calm rhythm with painting. It's physical work, no commuting, it's got order and purpose. It makes the home better for those that get to see it outside the hours of darkness. But even that isn't good enough.
Does it sound more acceptable to say that for months, I came home on Fridays and then spent Saturday and Sunday doing the cleaning, washing up, etc? I didn't cook, I didn't make lunches, I didn't do the washing, but every day was either working to pay the bastard bills or housework.
I wonder why it is that those of us who have experienced the seemingly never ending grind of work and financial responsibility whilst there are dependants at home that need it have partners/husbands that get it?
Perhaps because they know what it's like? That jacking in a secure job in the current climate is a risk that's too much to take when there are others reliant upon you. That it might be shit, but it's paying the bills and they can't tell you not to bother coming back without notice? That even if it bloody kills you in the process, you've got to get up, travel, work, deal with shit, travel, get home, rinse and repeat because nobody is going to do it for you? That it's not the other person who is the problem, but if they don't just give you a break, if they don't stop issuing Doomladen prophecies for the end of a perfectly good relationship, just because you're tired and aren't simply thrilled by whatever topic of conversation, that they will become the problem that can be most easily solved?