To nearly 30 years ago. I was admitted to hospital following a miscarriage, for a GA and left my then husband looking after our three children (4, 2.5 and 1).
I was released next day, DH picked me up with the children and we drove straight to his parents for lunch. On the way, he asked me 'what state do you think the house will be in?'
I knew he'd had his mother over to help him with the children, so I though, oh, bless, they've cleaned the whole place as a surprise, so I said 'oh, pretty bad, I should think' (wanting him to be able to 'surprise' me).
We got home and the place was a shit tip. The dishes from the meal we'd had before I'd been admitted (as an emergency, for blood loss) were still on the table, the floor was covered in toys and rubbish.
He went straight outside to play with the children in the garden, leaving me hoovering, in tears. Just after release from hospital after a general anaesthetic.
No idea why this suddenly came to me. Or even what I want to achieve by documenting it, other than that I went on to have two more children with this man. Even my doctor was concerned that the relationship wasn't good, but I genuinely couldn't see it!