Yup, little ol' me had planned to go out. Arranged it and EVERYTHING! Booked the date with DH to come home early (6 o'clock I had pleaded but knew 6:30 and I could just scrape it).
I was excited all day at the prospect of seeing the infamous Ms Colgan live on stage. (Of course I was going to hide but had imagined a more confident me, throwing frilly knickers at her every time she made a funny).
But I knew I shouldn't have got my hopes up. Us housewives don't do "having a life of our own". I get minimal notice he is jetting off to South Africa (apparently an excellent steak restaurant there but I wouldn't know), Morocco (yes still seething with jealousy at the *jolly*) or Nigeria (ok, he's on his own there!) And he knows that he can rely on me to feed the dog and take care of the girls.
Yes, you are right he was home at 7pm moaning about all the friggin tourists at the Edinburgh Festival. When I commented he said, "Oh, I knew that was coming up". Ho hum, next year I WILL see Ms Colgan. (I remember saying that last year when I realised I was at the Warhol exhibition the day she was book signing).
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I must admit that on the few occasions I go out I remind DH several times the week before and tell the 3 yr old who I KNOW will repeat it 100 times in the few days and ask questions like "who will be looking after me when you go out, will they let me stay up late, can we have a chinese" to which I tell him its his dad and so probably yes to all those things.
were you absolutely gutted? I would have been :0(
I think you are very controlled in your blog because he just may read it.
If he reads this then....bad bad husband indeed.
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