We're supposed to be leaving to have dinner with my parents in an hour. He's still in bed because he was up all night playing the worst fucking invention of all fucking time football manager with his teacher friend who's due back to work tomorrow. It was like their last hurrah until the next half term when their incessant, mind-numbing game will continue.
He's just requested that I 'stop rushing him' because he's 'really tired', and rolled over and gone back to sleep.
I've been busy all day cleaning the house and making a pudding for after dinner.
I feel like chucking some water over him. I'd be helping him out really, he'll be needing a shower anyway.