You do sound so supportive.
Supportive ended about a fortnight ago when I said (after the last one) ‘unless you get this one done ahead of time I’m going riding all weekend and avoiding it’.
Unfortunately, puppydog eyes were deployed and I ended up typing, again.
In our house, this manifests itself as, for example, the breadboard, knife and butter having been put away before the toaster has popped and me getting a bollocking for not tidying up. See also, tea towel on worktop when I’m washing a cup that materialised mid dry.
Nothing to do with the general (natural) inequality of paternity and the domino effect on roles, oh no. It’s just that blokes are shit.
Yup, I can definitely relate to that. She swooped in and had a go at me for not putting the empty bottle of mouthwash in the bin whilst I was mid gargle yesterday!
That* comic from the blokes perspective: “I got home, sat down for 5 minutes, and the last few hours were immediately my fault”.
*I’m not being sexist, exactly the same happens in our house if I’m having a mare of a time in the kitchen or servicing a car, bike fettling, etc. She sits there until I’m at (or beyond) the point of complete mental breakdown; naked in the fetal position crying uncontrollably before she offers to help.