Dh is always always late. For big things, small things, just never estimates his time right. It drives me batty.

Case in point- went to the gym after work tonight. I said, will you be home before 7:30, so you can put Lo to bed? Definitely. It's 7:40 and he's walking from the train. (And this is a huge improvement from pre baby). When I actually need him by a certain time I have to say half an hour or more early. Tonight I don't actually care that much but it's just so annoying.

His brother is even worse. He showed up halfway throug C's baptism- good thig he wasn't the godfather.