Ok, so I went to the cinema (The Inbetweeners movie was brill!)... but OH put a plea on facebook asking for help with baby and dog. When he didn't get any volunteers, he spent the entire 3 hours at his aunts house until I came home. This is the guy who has the cheek to say "well I work all day blah blah blah"... and he can't even handle 3 hours of what I do for 10 hours a day, 5 days a week. Sigh.
And now he's got the hump with me because I moved a bag of chocolate away from me to stop me being tempted to eat it... I literally just kicked the bag across the sofa out of reach of my greedy hands and he decided that he wanted to sit in the exact spot where the bag stopped. So he got grumpy, threw the bag across the room, scared the dog and woke up Toby. HOORAY.
I thought weekends were meant to be easier. But at the moment I feel like I'm looking after a baby, a dog, and a stroppy teenager.