So its almost 10:30 at night and I just finished cleaning my house...alone.
You see my twins sis is arriving in town tomorrow and while she's not staying with me of course I want my pad to be sparkling clean so that she doesn't see her sister for the slovenly pig she really is.
I've known sis was coming in to town for weeks now so technically I could have done this thorough cleaning this past weekend. But I'm a procrastinator. Hell I'm good at being a procrastinator so I stick with it.
Hubby and I laugh because we always wind up doing this intense cleaning the night before out of town company arrives.
Its just something we do. Once we're done and sufficiently exhausted we laugh at ourselves and the ridiculousness of the situation and the fact that we continue to do it - but in the past we've always cleaned and laughed together.
Tonight , no ,hubby magically got a headache and laid on the couch and watched me clean .
Oh I was hot. I was hot, because he didn't have too much of a headache to eat the dinner that I'd brought home and he didn't have too much of a headache to go outside and smoke a cigarette but he did have too much of one to help me clean.
And as I'm currently in the throws of PMS I seethed with anger each time I looked at him.
Which brings me to the help I need.
Please, please help me think of reasons I should not have a headache every time hubby wants to get some for the rest of our lives.
I know, I know I'm a mean evil wife and I'm going to hell.
And on that note , I shall take mine arse to bed. I'm off work for the next two days, I'm hanging with Worker Twin and the word for the day is "p-a-r-t-y" .
Good night my lovelies, thanks for "listening" and I may or may not be around tomorrow...it depends on how much trouble the Worker Twin and I can find to get in to.