Haven't posted in a week.
Surely I must have something to say?
Mr Oub's been in Bratislava all week. Had the temerity to text me, telling me that he was all hung over on Thursday. What's that honey, you're feeling a little off as you had too good a time out boozing with your co-workers? I'll get to some sympathy after I finish cleaning the house, minding your children and generally been exhausted from doing everything on my own!
Not bitter, no.
That said, I did have to rummage around a little for my indignation.
Why? 'Cause I am very lazy.
I get quite cross when I have to do more than the bare minimum. Like, with Mr Oub away, the laundry has been quite piling up. And the bin? Needs emptying. And sundry other trifles that would just require that little bit too much for Queen Oub.
I'd much rather sit on my arse.
Would you believe I had to put the kids to bed every night! On my own. Well. Okay, I put Toddler Oub to bed, but the lads Oub were sent by themselves - and sure, so what if I did a deal with them where they were allowed extra time on the WII in return for me not having to read them a story? Is that so bad?
I think I could give Katie Price and Kerry Katona a run for their money in the model mother stakes.
Anyway, Mr Oub will return any minute now, we wait impatiently, and normal service will return.
Hurray! Sofa - you and me got a hot date.