After a very civilised evening whereby the DH and 3 DS's (teens) watched back to back Batman shite movies, followed by match of the day, whilst I retired to the bedroom with a bottle of red and my selection box, to watch Mrs Brown and Love Actually (yes I know, cheese of the highest order), then feeling very relaxed and looking forward to a decent sleep, that utter fucking bastard is now snoring his arsing fucking head off at a rate of decibels.
WIBU to rent myself a nice girlie flat and once they've all been fed and watered to go round there to spend my evenings and to sleep?
I don't mind meeting up with DH for dates and shags and stuff, as long as I dot have to sleep with him.