Why do I have to be involved with DH taking the child out? Said hours ago he was taking DS out for the day. So I could have time to myself (to clean the fucking house).
Sits around eating sandwiches, drinking tea. Eventually has a shower. Can’t find his keys. Announced that they can play in the garden as they’re meeting his friend until 4.30.
DS is tired, bored & loses and the other lot. Both of them start having a meltdown. DH says what’s he going to do until 4.30? I don’t give a fuck. Just get out! Here’s s coat, hat, snack, water, nappies, now piss off. Why do I have to be involved at all?