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Wednesday, June 13, 2012

Working late, or is he?

It's gradually dawned on me that #1Hubby is working later and later.

Not late-late.  No all-nighters, no coming home after the kids have gone to bed.

Just late for him.

I've noticed a pattern to his alleged working late.

It usually occurs when #1Nana is down for a visit.  While #1Hubby gets on famously with his MIL, he does seem to time his working late with her frequent visits.  I suspect it's because he's sick of being the wine runner and having to top up her glass and mine, as we compete to ensure we don't get less than each other.

Which is usually followed by a bit of helpful and totally not subtle MIL tips on child rearing, home duties, football, work, and anything else #1Nana has become an expert in.

He also does it when The Feral Threesome have been super extra ultra feral.  Which means at least once a week.

Or when it's one of those rare frequent times that I declare the house a bomb site  bio hazard bit messy, and declare the evening will be dedicated to cleaning.

Or when he's not keen on the dinner I've decided I feel like making.

Or the same time every month, when his mere existence shits me for 4-5 days.

The thing is, I'm far too lazy to get in the car and fight peak hour traffic and catch him out.

I'm positive he's kicked back in his office, reading the newspaper, sipping coffee, feet up - I just can't be arsed packing the kids into the car for a surprise visit to expose him.

Instead, I've started bathing the kids later, so that he is always home to do it help.

Also, I don't tell him what we're really having for dinner if it's meat-free and therefore un-blokey.

But that's not enough.

I'm not content to leave it at that.

I need help.

How can I screw with him in return?

You know, to keep the relationship fresh and exciting.


  1. oH you need a girls night out...where he has to look after the kids while you Kick back (relax at the movies?) and have fun!

  2.  I so do. I'm going to become a bingo bitch with DearBabyG - we are leaving the Hubby's home with the kids to go hang with the blue rinse brigade - so we feel youthful while partaking in cheap booze.

  3.  I like it. I tried an abridged version of this yesterday.  I filled the Twin Tornado with babycino and cake and chocolate once Miss6 got home from school - then left them with #1Hubby for their sugar rush while I went out to the Target Toy sale. He hasn't spoken to me since.  He hasn't spoken at all, so he's probably still shell shocked.


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