I can take no more.
Made a lovely roast tonight. DS2 and I devoured it. Lovely.
DH picked and picked at the fat and left a HUGE pile on the side, even though it was edible, moaned that he wanted more veg and went into the kitchen to find something else to eat.
DS1 picked and picked and said he thought we were having chicken which we were not. He said he was going to throw up if he took another bite of cauliflower cheese.
So I ate my dinner, came upstairs and had a shower and have declared a strike!
I will cook for ds2 and I. DH and DS1 can cook for themselves.
Boys are 8 and 11.
I have had enough. 