I'm so angry I'm shaking and cannot go back to concentrate on my work. My idiot husband forgot to book the afterschool club for our 4 year old son for the second time. And I'm the one who gets the phone call from an overwhelmed teacher wondering why I didn't pick him up. Why don't men give two shits about their children?. Every morning I ask my husband to help dress our son which takes 10 minutes while I do all the rest; he leaves the PJs on the floor with the underpants still inside, this to me is like saying "screw you, you do it, I'm going back to bed". I'm so angry I don't want to go home tonight and see his wino podcast bro face. Agggghhhhh.