Wednesday, 22 February 2012


I woke this morning at 6.30 and woke grotbags up, got her ready for school, gave her breakfast and took her to school. OH got up at 8.00 and sat checking his emails (anybody would think he was Richard Branson) whilst I rush round like an idiot. After a visit to the hospital and a long day at work, I come home and cook tea for the OH and myself and I didn't even get a thank you! I was brought up to say please and thank you and always be polite and tonight has made me re-evaluate what I thought I had. I am a MUG!

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1 comment:

  1. Oh lovely I can understand your anger, it too happens in my house, never once has he even offered to cook, it's expected and I work all day. If you ever near here I shall cook you a lovely meal just cause xoxo