He's playing a friendly I think. I've read him the fucking riot act discussed it with him. He said he won't go, I've told him I don't give a fuck what he does. He's currently experiencing a little of what my day has been like. He's trying to get DS to drink a bottle (still not had one today) and he's screaming blue murder. I'm going to end up in A&E tomorrow with a dehydrated baby but there's nothing I can do as he won't drink from a bottle and is taking but spitting out anything given from a cup.
I'm lying in the spare room hiding as I can't be arsed with bottle making/washing up/bringing in all the shit from the garden. Meh!