I really don't understand men sometimes

This afternoon, I took Martouf to a birthday party for my cousin's son. He turned four. We were out of the house for a good 4 hours. Hubby stayed home to work on some things (finishing up some stuff in our bedroom so we can finish painting that, hanging some Christmas lights, etc). I was sort of assuming that in this time, he would also do the dishes that had piled up since breakfast and maybe pick up the hurricane of toys that are left around the living room.

Nope.

We get home and the house is just as much of a mess as when we left. Apparently, the sanding that had to be done didn't take too long, and neither did the last bit of Christmas lights. SO WHAT THE FUCK ELSE DID HE DO FOR FOUR HOURS?!?!?!? He decided to wait until NOW, when Martouf is now home to try and do the dishes and clean the kitchen when Martouf now likes to "help" do the dishes and he's getting aggravated that Martouf is running around the kitchen bothering him.

YOU HAD FOUR HOURS TO DO THE DISHES WHEN WE WEREN'T HOME!!!

Seriously. I manage to do the dishes just fine when Martouf is home anyway, so I'm not sure what his problem is. But, dammit. I'm sick of always being the one to be like, "Can we pick up the toys now?" So, you know what? I'm not gonna say anything. I'm just gonna let the crap pile up until he says something about it.

Ugh. Men.