He's officially lost it.
Stressful day, ds1 being over excited horror. Carol concert where ds1 refused to behave, difficult bedtime etc.
Had takeaway thus evening and needed to finish off last few bits and pieces. DH wanted to play on his PS3 while I finished trifle for tomorrow.
We moved recently and lots of things still in boxes in spare room. He couldn't find gamenhe wanted and has become convinced that the removal men have stolen it.
He has spent last 90 minutes furiously going through every box looking for it. Is in absolute fury.
I'm now shattered and want to go to bed, having sat here on my own listening to him storming about.
Merry fucking Christmas 