Saturday 6th October

I awoke to the sound of my son shouting that he was having a poo. It is actually quite a historic moment actually as this was the first time he hasn't shouted for me to take him so it was a vast improvement. He also went back to bed himself for a bit.
But later, once light had broken into his room, he came in with me to play the ipad in my bed. It didn't take long for him find BAD PIGGIES game and then start asking for my help as I lay bleary eyed. As we supposedly took it in turns building wooden carts to complete the levels, he decided he would demand I do my turn a certain way, to which I responded "wait for your turn in about thirty seconds".
The next thing I find is him getting angry and stabbing his finger towards the screen shouting "NOOOO".
I turned off the ipad and placed him back in his bedroom. He lost his temper for a bit and so I ignored him for longer. This happened three times throughout the day, with him losing his rag over something stupid.
The day had been built around my taking him to the IMAX 3-D showing of HUBBLE. We raced their and I payed the £15 for us both to see the forty minute film. After missing the first minute or so, we took our seat. He reached out at the screen trying to catch the supposedly floating images. Then he was asking how long was left and saying that he didn't want to watch it anymore. I held him off for another ten minutes. Then he needed a wee and so I had no choice but to take him. Upon finishing at the loo he told me that he didn't want to go back in. Annoyed a little, but not really showing it, we looked around the rest of the museum. Tiredness was amazing him cranky again later, as was his massive swollen finger end which he is on antibiotics for. He got teary as he had to go home too which made him kick off with me and which in turn made him more tired.
Once home, he begrudgingly went in. I did my best to shut out how it made me feel and picked up my stepson.
We went and bought a second playstation controller and played a little Modern Warefare 3 and then Tiger Woods, which he won most of. He seemed in good spirits and that's all that mattered (I lie....I hate losing). Then watched Jackass 2 and kinda did whatever till I called bedtime. I was shattered after the previous week. As I lay in bed I listened to my show which I had filled in for someone else on and my own show which had a different dj filling in for me on. It had made a change but I will be happy to return to my rightful show next week.
Hopefully Sunday will be more of a restful day.