I think DP would love the chance to be a demon in bed once more - it's me who can't really be arsed with the whole thing. Maybe I should get reading Fifty Shades of Gay. I mean Grey.
As for housework, he does more than his fair share really. Though has never cleaned the bathroom in six years. And has some kind of inability to finish a jar/bottle/carton of anything. So there'll be two bottles of milk in the door, one with half an inch left, one nearly full. Drives me mental.
We went to visit a school for DS today. It was the one I was worried about, that he'd probably get into, but I felt was 'wrong side of the tracks'. It was really nice! Lovely new building, loads of space, well-designed even with 'anti-bullying toilets'. The head showed us round, and was great. The kids seemed really happy, but well-behaved when moving around the school, and I got a warm vibe from the place. Amusingly uniform type of parent at the session - middle class, sharp-elbowed types, one wearing Pistol boots, I noted. She asked all the awkward questions about 'whether the EAL children hold the others back', while I sucked up to the head by asking how many male teachers they have. Seven, was the answer.
So, much relief. And tonight is my last meeting as chair of this arsing committee. Thank FARK.