It’s snowing in North Yorkshire. Awww, how lovely. Isn’t it pretty.
Not so lovely when you are innocently standing at the kitchen sink being a good dutiful wife, washing the dishes and thinking how this housework thing is actually quite therapeutic and maybe I might tackle cleaning out my wardrobe next because I’m sure I still have a few bags in there that I have hidden way at the back full of stuff still with the labels on that I will produce some time in the future and insist “oh no, I’ve had this for ages” when your husband comes with the mother of all snowballs and shoves it down your back.
Not so effing lovely then is it!!
Words were spoken, he rolled about laughing his ass off and I gave up the housework and ate chocolate. Yes I’m back on the chocolate, but it was momentary lapse. Nobody’s perfect.
To further rub salt on my wounds my son thinks I’m old and fat. He asked me the other day if cars had been invented in the eighties and then told me that eating many sweeties make you fat but not to worry because even though I eat a lot of sweeties I’m “only a little bit fat”!
I just love my boys!!!!!!!
2006-03-14 @ 11:41