Sigh...

Men, can't live with em' but you've gotta love 'em. I've been a bit poorly of late so the washing up hasn't been done and the place needs a bit of a hoover (it's incredible, not being single is turning me into some sort of domestic godess, am still in shock myself so lord only knows what the rest of you think!). Anyway, leaving the house to go to work today leaving him at home as his last day of work was yesterday, the conversation went along the lines of... 'dear, don't forget to pack for tomorrow' (we're going away for a romantic weekend, yum, and he's off on his leaving do tonight so will be in no state to do anything but sit in the car and groan tomorrow for a good while) 'No I won't, I know I won't be able to tonight' 'Please could you do the washing up as well?' 'Of course dear, no problem' He'd even commented the night before that he knew how to use the hoover and would do a bit! Anyway, I get home from work, the hot water heater is still on (a gripe of his because it costs a lot to have it on during the day and I left it on by accident a couple of times when I first started staying here), the washing up hasn't been done, neither has the hoovering, he's not packed to go away and he's sitting at his mac. 'Dear, what have you been doing today?' "Oh, I've been sorting out my iTunes, they're finally in order! Do you know how long it took to do that?' I'm guessing all day... Anyway, must dash, I have to go and cook the dinner and do the washing up...