I'm sweating cheese. Oh god.
O was up to something after all. Decided to plan tea for after he went to bed as it was Raclette. Social kinda meal. Not one for a whingy baby to be around coz you'll burn your cheese!.
He's a fucking evil genius. He woke up the second the potatoes were placed on the table for the meal to begin.
There were many curse words uttered.
He never wakes up that soon when he has gone to bed - after an hour maybe.
He always fucking wakes up when we eat. WHY? WHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHY?
FUCKING WHY!!!!!
He just won't let us eat a meal. Ever.