He dropped the kids back earlier, and asked me if I'd managed to get what I wanted for my interview on Friday.
I said yes, and then told him that if I got offered the job, I would be expecting him to have the kids for alot of the summer holidays, as i'd not be able to book them off having just started.
He wasn't impressed, said he might have plans, so I said that I wasn't paying for childcare when he wasn't working and so should be avialable to have them.
The he asked me what would happen to my benefits if I got the job. I said i'd hardley get any, and he said 'well your fucking stupid then aren't you'.
I said 'what, because I want to better myself, and have my kids be proud of me rather than sit on my arse like you and your family'.
He took offence at that, started waffling on about how he'd worked for years doing xyz (true), and that he was entitled to a break (hilarious), and that seeing as I have never been able to hold down a job, I had no room to talk.
What a twat. I had a job when I met him, but he wanted me to give it up when I moved in with him, and stupidly I did.
I then worked as a childminder whilst suffering with pnd, whilst he moaned at me for having other peoples kids in the house. He wasn't working at that point because he'd chosen to give his job up.
I then tried to find various part time work over the years, but he always had some problem or other with the hours, or location or just me generally having a job.
Then I worked at Wilkinsons, which I had to give up when we split up.
He is such a waste of space.