DH has just woken me up and asked me what’s for tea for himself and DC. I guess the leftovers have run out! I responded they can eat whatever’s in the kitchen, or alternatively Asda is open till 10pm. He said we’ll have whatever you’re having, and I was annoyed so I said I feel poorly and don’t want any tea, so he can just sort himself and the kids. He’s stomped off in a huge huff.
I’m really angry because he clearly thinks I’m in charge of meal planning and knowing the contents of the fridge. On a normal week I do the grocery shop and cook dinner because DH works full time and I don’t. But why the fuck does he think I’m in charge of feeding him during the holidays? I haven’t thought about food beyond Xmas dinner and Boxing Day turkey with chips, I certainly don’t know or care what’s in the fridge right now, and he’s a grown man so I don’t see why it’s my problem? If he wants tea for himself and the kids then he needs to look in the fridge and make something! Not come whining to me like a little bitch.