Twattish has decided to 'help' in the house. He has been making more mess cleaning the bedroom for two days now.
He has finally got to my side of the room aka the side he dumps all his shit and all the children's shit so he is not tripping over it.
My drawers are broken so all my clean tops are folded and piled on the floor on the base of the drawer, until I get to town to get the glue I need to fix the drawers. I explicitly asked to leave my clothes alone and told him that I would sort the drawers out tomorrow.
He has decided that since my tops were on the floor, they were dirty, so he put every single top I own in the washing basket. Every last one of them. And muddled them all up in the dirty washing.
I have worked my arse off this week catching up on washing and it's all been for nothing.
I seriously feel like causing him and his precious football tops some actual damage.