…won’t do it himself, despite having been in so much pain he hasn’t gotten out of bed for days.” or “My husband can’t watch the kids if I go away for an entire weekend. I have to be home to make sure he doesn’t burn the place down.“, my blood boils.
This one, in particular, pisses me off. They are his kids too, yet he doesn’t have enough wherewithal to make sure things are stable long enough for her to go away for a couple of days? As though you are going to come home to find him crouched in a corner of the kitchen with a dead squirrel, a fork, and a bic-lighter, savagely preparing a meal. Guys (in general; in business, in society) are treated as the master’s of the universe, but somehow this same person can’t observe their own offspring for a weekend?