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10 Reasons Why I am Sorry Dear Husband

Oh Husband I’m sorry!

When you hear the word wife what image does it conjure up in your mind? Despite being quite open minded I still see pictures of a domestic queen from the 50s. Red lips, high heals, an awesome cook and general sex goddess. Well I’m ginger so red lipstick doesn’t suit me, I can’t wear heels since going over on my ankle, I can boil an egg and sex goddess? *Snorts*.

Since I had my gremlin I’m not always sure I’ve been the best wife and since I have started blogging this may have got a tad worse. Hubby now has to deal with me swanning off to the gym, sneaking off to the laptop to do some sneaky writing AND bits of paper and glitter all over the dining room floor from my scrapbooking. Obviously I am spending time with my beautiful daughter, attempting to keep the house tidy (the cleaner has not come for a bit) so the old ball and chain is getting a bit neglected. And trust me he notices.

So I thought I’d write a little apology; dear husband I am sorry (honestly)….

  • That I took the remaining chocolate from the fridge to my Grandma’s. I didn’t have time to go to the shop and I may as well not even bother visiting empty handed (cute gremlin in tow or not).
  • That I am totally incapable at stacking the dishwasher: I will try harder to ensure it is suitably packed with our daughter trying to eat the dishwasher tablet.
  • That I get all glazed over when you start discuss anything related to computer security when it happens to pop up on the telly. Sorry babe, I just want to watch something on the telly that has words with words with more than 2 syllables.

This may be a half-hearted apology but it must be hard being my hubby. He’s a good one really and I think I would starve if he didn’t cook the tea. What? You have never heard of a dietitian who is a crap cook?

 

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