Thursdays 10pm, everyone knows where I will be.
Lying in bed, jammies on, contact lenses out, new sexy D&G glasses on, drinking chamomile tea, eating choccie bic watching McDreamy on Grey's Anatomy. That is the highlight of my week, (which shows you how exciting my life is at the moment).
My husband knows of my lust for McDreamy, even he is accepting, but a certain person in my family seems to have taken umbrage. She is 18 months old, and every Thursday without fail she starts to scream. This doesn't happen on any other night and I am starting to take it personally. We must be the only family left who doesn't have Sky Plus, so no pausing to be done here.
Last night, I let her scream, hoping my husband would come and get her to allow my date with McDreamy to continue undisturbed.
But still she screamed. Until I could no longer hear McDreamy and see whether one of the main characters was about to die. My husband was about to die if he didn't come up and deal with upset child. But still he did not come. So I VERY huffily got out of my bed, slammed the bedroom door and scooped up screaming child. She would just have to come on my date with McDreamy.
Husband finally arrives upstairs.
'YOUR daughter was screaming and I was trying to watch McDreamy!'
'I was just closing up downstairs.' (see we ARE turning into our parents)
'You could have left turning lights off until after you'd comforted her so I could have had my date with McDreamy. It's the ONLY programme I MUST watch all week!!! You know that!'
'You are ridiculous!' Off he storms. I don't have a retort to that statement because deep down, I know I am behaving like Jordan (have you seen her on her TV programme? Talk about spoilt princess - my poor husband is a bit like down trodden Peter Andre, but without the six pack).
As I bring her into my bed and she snuggles into me, I toy with her fingertips, stroke her soft face, smell her newly washed hair and place a gentle kiss on her perfect little rosebud lips, I think I am the luckiest woman alive. Who needs McDreamy?
And then this cutest little delicate girl, turns to me, smiles and breaks wind.