Someone come and take him PLEASE!
The FIFA fucking 14, the beer, the sound of football you tube videos on his tinny phone, drowning my lovingly homemade chicken pie in ketchup and then proceeding to eat it like a duck, the absent offer of help as I pick up a million pieces of Lego off the floor. And I swear to god, if he keeps picking his nails like that, im gonna punch him. Hard. In the bollocks.
Roll on 9.45 when he buggers off to work and I can snuggle into bed; just my big moon (maternity pillow) and I.