A ‘helping hand’…

The title may be sarcastic….actually, no, it definitely is.

Since Monday I’ve had full blown flu (if you haven’t heard me whine about it yet it’s a miracle!! 😂😉) and the kids have been on Easter holidays. With my husband at work, I’ve managed to get through the week by the skin of my teeth and struggled to do a few loads of washing so everyone had clean pants to wear at least (not something my boys will care about when they’re teenagers I’m sure, they’ll just turn the previous day’s inside out or something…urgh).

I’ve been hopeful that my husband would be on hand, once he got home from work, just to help with kids bedtime and things. He was home, he just wasn’t ‘helpful’.

He went upstairs and laid on our bed on his phone one night, another night he made himself steak for dinner rather than help put the kids to bed despite me literally crawling up the stairs after them, then last night he went to the pub.

Don’t get me wrong, I love him dearly, and he works very hard and is a great daddy, but sometimes he just doesn’t see things. It’s like a blindness to certain life situations. A bit like the mystery that is selective hearing…I think i’ll call it selective vision disorder.

It’s not all bad though, here are some of the ‘helpful things’ my husband has done for me this week…

1) He left his coat tantalizingly close to the coat cupboard – which thankfully made it a very short trip for me to put it away for him. Very thoughtful…

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2) He left a dirty nappy I was too poorly to take out to the bins in the hallway (he only had to walk past it numerous times in order to come in from work, go out and come home from the pub and go out to work again) – he was only being thoughtful though and ensuring I got some fresh air today by taking it out to the bins myself in my pjs…

  

3) He’s left the sink full of washing up for me so I have something nice to do to occupy my time this morning…

  
Fingers crossed I’m better for back to school Monday. That’s going to be bad enough without feeling like a polished poo to boot…

Does your other half suffer from selective vision disorder?
 

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