I was very nearly an ungrateful stroppy bitch this morning. Til my actual brain kicked in!
Went to bed at 1030 after doing last feed, and slept til 11.15 this morning! That's me. Not Oscar. Oh no, he fed at 4, 8.30, then up for the day at 1030! DP did the night feeds and while I did wake, I was straight back to sleep! My poor bladder didn't know what the hell was going on this morning! How am I more tired than when I had 2 hours sleep on Thursday night? How!!
Anyway, when DP woke me up, he said I better hurry and get up because he was running a bath, and was going out to get food then going to his mums. My immediate feeling was utter rage! That he could swan the fuck off for a bath and go to his mums and just expect me to have Oscar. The I got a grip and remembered he'd just done the night feeds and got up with him. 
Good job my mouth was too dry to open and start hen pecking the poor bugger!
Am still slightly
that he can just go out for a few hours without assuming he is taking Oscar.
Also, I had said we should take DS1 out today. He seems to have forgotten this.
Looks like another Sunday of doing nothing...!