I worked 10 hours yesterday on Mother's Day. I came home and my house was a wreck! Not only had it not been cleaned, but it looked like it had been ransacked. I didn't say anything though because DH did at least make dinner so I wouldn't have to. He then told me not to do the dishes that he would, but he didn't.
Tonight I come home....There is fucking trash all over the floor around the garbage can, dishes still out from last night's dinner, CLEAN clothes all over the laundry room floor, 9 (YES NINE) dirty cups and glasses all over the living room. The litter box is FULL and nasty, and the bathroom is a total mess! I am not even going to say what our bedroom looks like.
I am so livid right now. DH didn't have to go to work until 9pm and he slept until noon today. He didn't even make sure the kids did their regular chores to help out. Instead, it looks like he let them run wild and do what they wanted to. I get home at 11pm and walk into this mess. It is taking everything in me NOT to call DH at work and let him have it. He does something like this every couple of weeks. What I think it is, he knows I have off tomorrow. He knows that I scrub the house top to bottom on my days off so he isn't that worried about it. Well, who the fuck says all I want to do is CLEAN on my day off?!?!?!
Another thing, I just bought groceries on Sunday. I come home and most of them are already eaten. Even all the kid's snacks and everything. He just let them fucking eat up all of their after school quick-fix snacks instead of cooking dinner.