My DH had stern words with me as I drove him to the station this morning. I’d made the school drop, thwarted coffee offers and sped back to chauffeur him to his train . Oh and I’d fed the goldfish and the kids, dressed the latter and assembled packed lunches. He casually asked what my plans were for the day. I thought I might pop in to town. There was that £10 voucher to spend in the Gap (no other purchase necessary) that expires in days. And an origami set I needed to complete my niece’s Christmas gift.
He asked (with an edge) if this was the best use of my time. Of course it wasn’t – we both knew that. There followed a tirade – was I serious about sorting myself out, finding my thing, regaining my mojo. Heck, even nurturing my blog. Guilty on all counts.
Actions speak louder than words. Though I was happy to receive his later in this text:
had my coffee and bun, Sorry for being a bear with a sore head. You’re lovely really x
I didn’t go to town and had a really productive morning.
He’s lovely too .