DSD has come to us tonight for the start of her summer holidays.
I’m not going to go into great detail but I’ve definitely made a rod for my own back with OH where DSD is concerned. His piss taking is limitless and I’d be here all night if I had to reel it all off.
Anyway, tonight I was speaking on the phone to an important client, thy won’t be in the country until next Thursday so we had to speak over the phone. This was at 8:30 after already putting DD (4) to bed (DSD goes a bit later as she’s older)
I was speaking to OH recently, trying to hint that it would be nice for DD’s, particularly DSD, if he would take a more hands on approach with them with regards to bedtime or just generally looking after your own fucking kids from time to time. Although, more tactfully put. I thought tonight would be his chance to put DSD to bed. I finished talking with my client and walked back into the living room at 9:45. They’re both sat there, he’s glued to the TV and DSD is glued to the iPad. He then says ‘well, are you going to take her to bed?’
No I most certainly am fucking not you unfathomable man child!! You do it!! So, he took DSD to bed. I’ve just been to check on her and she’s still in the clothes she was wearing when she came ?!?!?!? WTAF??? Why didn’t he get her undressed, brush her teeth and give her a wash over the sink!! I feel as though I have to write instructions out for him! I hope I aren’t being unreasonable, just thought that this was the basics.
Apologies for the rant. Anyone else have an OH like this?