It's such shit.
I'm stuck in with my lovely but squirmy and hot headed toddler, eating shitty leftover stew from the freezer (which was shit the first time round) while DH chews (noisily!) on chicken curry and chips watching shit I hate on TV as my mum tuts that I've left some minging stew.
I have indigestion, crap wine and am going to bed in a sulk.