So this morning I wake up late, o flip no! I hear rob struggling with his car outside (a bad sign as he is supposed to leave more than a hour before I do). I did the good wife thing, shouting out of the window, “whats wrong? need help?” even if I’m about as much help with car problems as a chainsaw is with origami. Naturally he says no (he is currently freaking out, add not being a morning person to being late with car problems and it’s a ugly combo: sorry babe its true).
I make my way to the bathroom, need to catch a train soon (realise Rob must still pack some things in the car – we staying over in “the city” for a couple of days because apart from working here we have functions every night for the next three days and driving in from “town” is an expensive schlep – I decide not to add to Rob’s stress by explaining to him “nicely” that he should have finished packing yesterday like I politely asked him to do. ahhhh MEN!)
Need to wash my hair first… Here is the thing: I have a hair stylist appointment today (also doing brows and nails, need to look good for functions I shall be attending) but I hate going to the salon looking too much in a state and I currently have enough hair products in my hair to tame the locks of about 15 gypsies. I know I’ll get my hair washed at salon, but have this thing about not showing up looking too gross(I already have issues with strangers touching me, don’t want them judging me as they do it), I recon it comes when I was younger and had hair all the way down to my lower back and the hair was sooooo much that stylists would flip a coin to see who would get the punishment that is my hair.
Anyways I wash hair in shower(it’s clean but still looks crap, prob looks crapper cos my hair does not like to be clean) get dressed and realise Rob is still fiddling with the car.
He was changing batteries (so my car is currently without a power source) and I glance at the clock wondering how I managed to get my hair washed (gunk rinsed off) and into a half decent outfit in so little time and why Rob is still here. (I’m having a fat day and changed outfits enough times to have clothes covering most of our bedroom floor, the closer to summer we getting the tighter my clothes are getting, it’s not one of my proudest moments, but winter makes me eat like it’s the day before starting fat camp. I have even heard myself say, “ooh I don’t actually like this *chew chew* def not my thing*chew chew* oh look it’s all done”) Anyway Rob gets car fixed and we bundle the unpacked stuff into the car and drive off on a hope and a prayer. I decide to just drive in with him, (no use taking the train now) and just before he drops me at work(mentally getting ready to face the music at the office) he realises he forgot the tickets for tonight’s event at home so will at some point have to go all the way back to our home to get it…
— In honour of not upsetting the hubby on what is clearly already a crap day I shall reserve my told you so’s about packing the night before even if I did “inform him thusly” he he

…. GOTTA LOVE MARRIED LIFE

HAVE A GREAT DAY ALL