Happy Day

The OH hasn't been working for a while (dag nammit as they say in The Simpsons) but he started work this afternoon. Not a good job, probably not even a long job, but perfectly timed for Christmas - we won't feast like The Cratchit's this year. While the OH has been on this long work break, and I have carried on working like a dog, I have delegated the housework out to him. And he failed miserably. Apart from doing dishes, walking the dog and cooking the tea, I had to ask, at least twice, for every other chore to be done. And his stock excuse? The dog wouldn't give him peace to get on! Now that is true for sweeping, Oscar thinks a brush is a toy on a stick, but cleaning the bathroom? Emptying a washing basket and filling the washing machine? Hoovering the stairs? He has been at work for 2 hours and I have done the dishes, emptied and cleaned the kitchen bin, cleaned the toaster, bread bin and microwave, and cleaned the bathroom. And I caught up on some tv I missed while I was on night shift this week. And Oscar? Not a peep. He opened one eye and looked at me as I went upstairs to attack the bathroom (which hasn't been done properly in ages - big shock!). I really don't see the problem, must be a man thing!