The lady of the house has gone on the piss, so we are having a boys night in. Half an hour in the (baby) gym, and then we wound down in front of Top Gear. I had spag bol for dinner, and Chubbington Cheeks plumped for the breastmilk (again). We changed for bed. Well he did, i just changed my t-shirt to one without puke on it. We started watching Comedy Roadshow together, but he drifted off in my arms, smiling to himself in the secure knowledge that if he sleeps now he'll be able to stay awake all night (again).
I didn't have to stay in though. I had the option of going round to the in-laws.
Reading through this it sounds as if i'm not enjoying myself. But i am, it's great.
Edit: Just in case anyone gets the wrong idea - I've been encouraging my gf to go out with her friends for weeks. She's a totally devoted mum, but needs to have fun with her friends once in a while. Record straight
