Men!

i was supposed to be having a lie in today, a proper one, undisturbed.

during the past two weeks each of my children and myself have fallen ill to the dreaded lurgi, complete with all the not so friendly bacteria.... i have done a week and a half on about 3 days worth of sleep and it is starting to catch up,

i can carry my asda shopping in the bags under my eyes, and my legs are blue from the bruises on my shins from getting up in the middle of the night and bashing into things en route to see who's sheets have vomit on them and need changing this time...

turns out hubby doesnt have the capability to look after children and check the internet at the same time,
the kids nearly killed each other, we had broken toys, hungry tums and yet the other half got cross because he doesnt have the capability to contol the animals from behind the screen of the laptop.

try putting it down love.

he's gone out now to check on a friend, who will no doubt, have some life changing, problem that only my husband can fix, and he will come home after the last train pulls in, smelling faintly of beer and happy in the knowlegde he has made someone feel better...

it still surprises me how men can drink, smoke, play pool, solve each others problems, look at other women, discuss the football and eat a kebab at the same time, but when we ask them to look after the children they look at us like we have asked them to climb mount everest, barefoot, carrying 4 cases of luis vouitton luggage and singing the national anthem as they go....