It used to be Sundays for me. He’d start ramping up the snide remarks and picking at me, and the ‘I’m a martyr’ ‘I work harder than everyone there but no-one recognises it’ stuff in the early afternoon.
I know exactly what you mean though, the build up of the stomach butterflies in readiness.
Try to focus on the fact that he’ll be out of the door for the day, and look forward to that respite.