Weekend at War (well not quite)

The weekend started of quite well, I didn't get up to much in Friday, apart from getting my hair cut, I did get slightly worried though when I was sitting in the chair and was wondering whether my car would be locked away or not, as I had decided to park in the local supermarket as i hadn't bothered to see what time they lock the shutters. so once I was out of the chaired, I rushed back for no reason as they have extended their opening hours till 8pm.

Saturday was spent doing a little tidying around the house (well I washed up and cleaned the bathroom and toilet). Once that was done I went and collected N from work and we headed off to town. Just a little shopping, then back home. We had a small argument on whose turn it was to cook dinner, I lost. Then i had a text from a friend asking if I wanted to pop round, but N being N wasn't having any of it "because I have work in the morning" she says, but it doesn't stop her when she goes out on the razz.

So that night was spent removing her bikini hair and having a little fun between her legs :)

Sunday started of well
Got up, well more like my son drags me out of bed so I can get his breakfast, which I don't mind except that N has got up and was going to do it for him. When I go to work during the week he lets her sleep so i still have to get his breakfast, oh well.

So with that all done I take my son to the supermarket to pick up some beef for Sunday dinner. Once that has been unpacked we go for a swim, once we finished that I dropped him off to his Nan’s as i was off to the pub to watch football.
So got to the pub, just in time to see Chelsea and Liverpool kick off. This is when the day starts to get blurry. So order the first pint, then a few more later Chelsea have scored have a few more drinks and its now the end of the match and Liverpool have lost and i am a bit tipsy. So walk back to meet n and pick my son up, and for some reason we seem to spend quite a while there, so me being me and a little drunk decides to have a cigarette (by the way I have already had a couple at the pub) as N decided to visit the next door neighbours, but in mid drag she walks in and catches me and tell me that will be a fiver (unbeknown to me, she has tried to slap and cigarette fine on me, to which I ignore).

So we walk home and I end up carrying my son on my shoulders, this is where I realise he has put on some weight. So we get home and I cook the dinner, not being the most sober when i have cooked a roast before. So once this has all been done I have a snooze on the sofa, the alcohol having its effects on me. Then its time for my son to go to bed which I take him up and start to read his story but the words are floating all over the page, so instead I hold his hand and he falls asleep in his bed and me on his lion (big teddy type thing). N comes in to the room and wakes me up as she want me to help with the house work as we have a viewing tomorrow which I say yes of course and head straight to the bedroom and again fall asleep.

N returns again and not being very happy, which looking back on it a sort of agree with her, but I wake up in a foul mood and stomp downstairs, I get very stropy if I have been woken up, almost like a child that is over tired. So I start cleaning the kitchen, bashing about, and slamming things (so glad my son sleeps heavily like me), in the end though I get everything washed and stuff put away. Once this is all done, its now about 11pm me and N have a cuddle and both apologise for being in a mood. I decide that its time that I got some sleep and head to bed, I put the TV on wondering if there is anything good on, which there isn’t, so I am just turning it off when N comes in and gets in to bed. I give her a cuddle and kiss and go to sleep