Husband is just back from a 5 day freebie trip to Singapore.
Not that I'm bitter.
Except when he calls me from the bar after being taken on a cultural tour of Singapore, out for lunch in China Town, dinner in some fancy pants restaurant 70 floors up (or something, I wasn't really listening, the sourness was affecting my hearing), followed by watching the Grand Prix trackside and then back at the hotel bar having cocktails.
He was slurring.
I was shouting in the mobile, 'I can't hear you!'
He replied, 'Don't get moody.'
I responded, 'Why would I be moody? I am walking the dog and two girls, I have to go home, cook dinner, teach spellings, listen to reading, bath children, iron uniform (x2), polish school shoes...'
'I'll speak to you tomorrow.' He knew where this was heading.
Luckily we made friends. The husband came home. All is well.
Except, I bought new shoes whilst he was gone (well, I deserve some sort of payment).
I put them on this morning and he asked if I was going golfing.
It's so nice to have him home *reaches for gin under the sink*