F***ING DH, am livid. Need to offload.....

[NameChangingMancMidlander]

DH has just phoned and said 'I need a favour...', turns out that the Director of his company has invited him out on yet another work jolly, this time with the Execs.

He phoned to 'ask' me if he could go, he offered to 'babysit' the kids for me tomorrow so that I could take my Mum out for a meal in the evening, (big of him) which just f*cked me off even more. I told him that I wasn't happy with it but it wasn't my decision, and he said that he felt that he had an obligation to go because he was made employee of the quarter (and given a £100 cheque) last week. I told him that some crappy word processor certificate and a piddling cheque didn't mean that they own his soul.

This will be his FOURTH Christmas work jolly in a fortnight, having been out THREE nights in a row on work parties and after I bent over backwards so that he could go out on the piss for NINE HOURS with his brother on Sunday. I could wring his f**king neck right now.

Having come back to this thread with a cooler head, I'd like to point out that when I spoke to DH on the phone yesterday about the cheque thing, what I actually said was 'A cheque and a certificate doesn't mean that they own your soul, darling'. I was very angry when I posted the original post....

Flumberry, please put your stirring spoon away

He doesn't 'ask' me if he can go out, he checks that I'm ok with it, just as I do when the shoe is on the other foot. I think it's a case of common courtesy to check with the other person, especially if said person is being left at home with 3 kids and a pile of presents to wrap, laundry to do, tea to make, baths to run......

But I'm busy baking a cake so i need my spoon.

I think when one explodes onto the pooter in heat of moment they can only see they are right. Then everyone else reads it with all their different opinions on life and thinks - well thats not so bad whats she getting so upset about. But, of course everyone doesn't know the all the back ground etc.

My dp 'babysat' for me last night. He works oop north most of time so not around that much anyway. But as I arrived at the restaurant he phoned me to say was dd in her pyjamas (coz cords do look like pyjamas don't they)already and if not should he put some on her, and if so where do they live? Not that I would care if he did put her to bed in clothes. He acrually took off the cords and put her in sleeping bag with bodysuit and t-shirt on. Spose thats ok, did make me laugh though.

DH still has to ask me regularly where bits and bobs belonging to any of the children 'live'.

ncmm dh is doing a tidy-up this morning and must have asked me 20 times this am where various things 'live'. He's now at the stage of just chucking it if he can't work out where it goes so dd is 'escorting' him around the house as we speak ensuring he doesn't chuck one of her many works of art.
I'm doing my best to just relax as know this burst of energy is down to his having just booked a ski-ing hol with his mates. (We can't go together this year cos I'm due in May).
Dd now totaly traumatised as he's just tried to chuck her 'dinasaur' pic. Oh maybe I'll go for a walk.

Good idea, go for that walk

It amazes me that DH was a competent single Dad for a couple of years before I took the reins....