DH is a lovely dad, unless extremely tired, then he 'retires...'
He is a good provider financially.
He is generally good at organising things and I wouldn't be without him.
He is also an excellent step-dad.
BUT MY GOODNESS I am feeling V V V unreasonable today because he does live like a pig, only they're probably a bit tidier.
He doesn't have the first clue about keeping things tidy or clean or well preserved and is now starting to pass these crap tendencies onto DS, infact, actively encouraging them and when I say anything the response is 'well, he's a boy' as if that somehow precludes him from the ability to not fecking mess everything up, break things, or staying relatively clean when eating eg NOT having an entire wheetabix mushed over him from head to toe and rubbed into the carpet and sofa...