DH. I should have known since I bragged he was doing better. Sigh. Last night. We had a meeting at 6:30, so needed to be ready to go about 6.
DH was home before I got off work. I came in about 5PM and he was already changed out of his work clothes. I started supper about 5:10, but it was one of those things that takes about 10 minutes to prep and needed to simmer for about 20 minutes. So after I got it started I said, "Supper will be about 20 minutes." Nothing for me to do while it simmered so I sat down and fiddled with my tablet.
About 20 minutes later, DH asked if we were going to the meeting. "Yes, dinner is cooking. And is that what you are wearing?" (they were gym shorts and a plain undershirt) No, of course not.
So he gets up to change and I check supper. I come out since the timer rang while I was checking on it. I go into the tell DH that dinner is done and he is getting ready for a "quick shower".
Then he complains that I need to figure out something for dinner* to fix that is quicker, so we aren't late to meeting.
Short argument/discussion in which I ask, "Did you not hear me when I said that dinner would be ready in 20 minutes? Why didn't you take your shower then?"
We ate and were out the door about 5 minutes later than normal for the meeting. I drove and was able to "make up time" <wink wink nudge nudge> so that we would make it there with a few minutes to spare rather than a couple minutes late. Just about a half mile before the house we were going to, DH asked to stop and get a pop. SIGH. And we were late by those couple minutes.
Yeah, we had a discussion later.
*Neither of us ate much of the dinner even though it was fine.
But this was also after he wouldn't eat the night before supper because it was a new recipe that he found out that he didn't like.
He usually isn't so picky about food, but I think tonight he is getting plain mac and cheese. (If he complains, he can go pound sand.)