I've been working on a HUGE work project since the end of March that culminated with a week long trip to Washington, D.C. this past week. DH, fortunately, did not have any work scheduled so he was able to "stay home" with our three boys (ages 10, 6 and 7 months).
The whole time I was gone he kept telling me how "on-top" of everything he was.... the house was clean, he cleaned my car, the boys had everything they needed, etc.
I got home and found the house literally looking like a hurricane blew through, the baby has the worst diaper rash I've ever seen, there is no food and my car was littered with cigarette boxes (he supposedly quit 5 years ago, but I've had my suspicions that he started up again and that totally confirmed it).
So he says to me "I have a whole new respect for you and all that you do." Ugh, I am so fed up. He didn't even have to WORK this week, how could the whole thing have just fallen to pieces?
So anyway, I'm jetlagged, exhausted and spending my Memorial Day Weekend cleaning and grocery shopping.
I should feel justified but I don't.