Massive vent in 3...2....1....
DH just got home from his ONE client. ONE. He also was asked by me to run ONE errand to pay the light bill half a mile away. He managed to make the entire errand take almost two hours.
The entire time he's posting on facebook from his phone, texting me, laaaa dee daaaa, just having a grand ol' time.
While I'm at home, working on a math lesson with DD, wrangling a 'should've napped two hours ago' CRABBY toddler who ONLY wants mama milk while her newborn baby sister is nursing. Non stop. Oh and I'm trying to figure out our damned cell phone contracts because we need to upgrade minutes for the business. And it's NOT an easy thing to do while juggling a kabillion other things.
Yep. We had lunch. Nope. I didn't clean up from it. I did ask the 9yo to toss trash and then she was either helping me by holding the baby while I helped the toddler, or was entertaining the toddler while I fed the baby, or she was working on her math while I was managing the littles. So no. There was no clean up. Big @$*&# deal.
DH comes home, meanders his way upstairs. I've managed to get the toddler down for a late nap, and I'm nursing the baby. 9yoDD is in her room working on her math (still-it's not much she's just been helping a TON and hasn't been able to finish). I tell him I'd like to chat about the cell phone thing, especially since it's complicated and the girls are all settled. His response is that he wants to eat. Now. Ok....fiiiiiiiiiine. So now we'll try and talk while the toddler is awake and crabby, while the 9yo needs her work checked, and the baby is done eating and started spitting up everywhere. That'll be productive.
And he walks into the kitchen...first thing he says is "Huh, Nobody cleaned??".
Me. In. Tears.
Anyone else having this much fun?