I hardly play anything, maybe about 3 hours a week after the boy has gone to bed.
I can hardly get out the house what with being up 2 flights of bloody stairs you try getting a push chair with a baby in it up and down the stairs when you are a 5'4 nerd, I can only buy what I can fit in the backpack, I've only got two hands.
I feed him good organic food, buy him good nappies and make sure he stays warm with fluffy sleep suits, he's got more toys then you can shake a stick at and I try to play with him as much as I can, but it's tiering when you can't hold him for more then 5 mins without your arm going, I can't wash him on my own it takes one to hold him and one to wash him, I love my little boy (his father is a lazy arse).
I do the washing up, I do the cleaning, I do the laundry, I do the cooking, I carry the shopping and pay for it, nothing gets done unless I give up waiting and eventually do it, Its been five months and counting and DF still hasn't filled out the Tax Credit form.
Why the hell do I have to do everything and why do I get no fucking help with anything.
TBH if I was still working, had an income, I'd be out the damn door, looking after one real kid instead of one kid and one idiot, in a ground floor flat, with proper windows that shut properly and a decent boiler that has a big tank in it.