I was flat out on vicodin yesterday, so I really didn't get anything done chore-wise. Today I ran 4 loads of dishes through the dishwasher, ran 3 loads of laundry, went to Target, entertained kids, and even *gasp* worked in between all these things. It was nice of him to do stuff around the house yesterday, but honestly, it was like a bomb dropped in the house. Aye carumba.
This is what happened when my H went back to work a week after our second baby was born. I was recovering from a c section and toddler + caring for wife + housework + constant emails from his job resulted in total chaos.