He's very busy at work, and under a lot of pressure, so I feel awful moaning about him. The week before last he locked himself in the dining room every night working until midnight, and he's still very busy.
Last week was the one that stuck in my craw really. MIL has moved, but as I said earlier she's refused to do any of the packing and stuff herself, so dh had to do it. He spent every night there - the one night he didn't, she rang demanding that he fetch her a takeaway, so he ended up spending the evening there anyway because "while I'm there, I might as well ..."
Tonight is work but the rest of this week he's been here and there because it seems he's still allowed to have a life outside the home. That's not meant to be as mean as it sounds, I'm just a bit peed off right now. Me and dd seem to come way down the list of priorities at the moment; he sees more of the cat than he sees of us.
The one night this week we could have spent some time together he went and sat himself down on his laptop in front of his geeky car site.
Sorry, this is turning into a bit of a self-centred rant