I should really stop going out. Disaster seems to follow me wherever I go.
I am writing this with my face still burning with embarrassment after what has just happened.
Allow me to explain.
A little background . . .
Husb has been very busy this week, in early/back late – you know the drill. The ‘other woman’ is the acquisition he has been working on.
This state of affairs has meant that I have been doing the bed/bath routine for both of the Bears on my own all week.
Today is Friday and I got a text from husb to say he’s going out for a ‘work’ dinner and won’t be back until late. Once again bed and bath is down to me.
As I was a bit fed up I thought I would take the Bear and Flo-Bear out for pizza as a little treat.
To be clear pizza for the Bear, zucchini salad for me and mummy’s milk for Flo-Bear.
All was going well, the Bear was surprisingly and unusually well behaved doing his colouring as we waited for our pizza. Read more…