This week has been a mixed bag; since I haven't written in AGES I'll fill you in.......
House Husband
Hot Doctor
Hubby actually got called for a few hours work on Tuesday - my RDO .... unfortunately that was the SAME day he'd made appointment for Miss 1yo's needles. I may or may not have said to him 'Convenient much? You've never had to see them have needles' - to which he replied: 'Reschedule; I'll happily do it' (despite his super fear of needles).
I decided to live up to my 'supermum' status and take Miss 1yo, Master 3yo and his mate (also 3 who I look after on Tuesdays) on our 'adventure' despite kind offer from hubby.
Expecting the midwife to do the deed; I was pleasantly surprised and elated when the new, young and yes... quite handsome doctor invited us in so he could give Miss 1yo her needles *swoon* (also thanking self for wearing slimming jeans instead of usual heinous track pants).
Hot Dr was very chatty and gave Miss 1yo her needles in a super professional manner whilst I held her and tried my hardest to fight my inner swooning and blushes. (Can anyone say epic fail much).
When it was all over I asked when her next lot were due (please soon... please soon!); 4years old was the answer ... bad mummy moment ....inner cursing.... hoping for a reason to see Mr Hot Dr again soon.
The appointment ended and I reluctantly trudged the children out of there.
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This story would have ended now .... except I happen to work for a public hospital..... and said Hot Dr see's patients there.......
It so happened I saw him roaring up to A & E the next day in his sports car and I may or may not have found a reason to make my way up to that department, in the hope of seeing him again. I may or may not have fluffed my hair and put lippy on.
I did not see him.
SIGH.... I may not be the housewife any more but dang I'm still more than able to act the bored housewife part!
House Husband
- Hubby was a casual at a grain silo ..... promised the earth and they delivered NADA .... with a 'Don't come Monday' thrown in one Friday afternoon a few months ago. (Thanks very much for the notice mofo's!!!)
- Since then I've been primary wage slave and let me tell you - Admin pays diddly squat - Economising has become my friend; so much so I buy wine in LITRES .... yes friends I now drink wine from a cask! What once I ridiculed; I now envelope as my new BFF. (a BFF who sometimes gives me a headache!)
- I now have my own' house husband' - and whilst the 'thought' of that is hilarious the reality is him ringing me 32 times a day with updates of Miss 1yo's nappy contents/ Master 3yo's new vocab addition swear word or Mister 14yo's latest love letter dropped in his bag.
- Being told after a long day at work 'That poop is yours - I've done 3 today' is shitehouse (pardon the pun)..... I used to say that to him all the time! I have no comeback for this; and I tip my hat at him for throwing my own lines back at me. Touche.
- He is doing a better job than I EVER did as house person.... washing is done, kids are happy, bathed, fed and in clean clothes (tad anal my hubby -I would def leave babies in vegemite crusty clothes all day), and dinner is on or planned. FFS - infuriating much?!
Hot Doctor
Hubby actually got called for a few hours work on Tuesday - my RDO .... unfortunately that was the SAME day he'd made appointment for Miss 1yo's needles. I may or may not have said to him 'Convenient much? You've never had to see them have needles' - to which he replied: 'Reschedule; I'll happily do it' (despite his super fear of needles).
I decided to live up to my 'supermum' status and take Miss 1yo, Master 3yo and his mate (also 3 who I look after on Tuesdays) on our 'adventure' despite kind offer from hubby.
Expecting the midwife to do the deed; I was pleasantly surprised and elated when the new, young and yes... quite handsome doctor invited us in so he could give Miss 1yo her needles *swoon* (also thanking self for wearing slimming jeans instead of usual heinous track pants).
Hot Dr was very chatty and gave Miss 1yo her needles in a super professional manner whilst I held her and tried my hardest to fight my inner swooning and blushes. (Can anyone say epic fail much).
When it was all over I asked when her next lot were due (please soon... please soon!); 4years old was the answer ... bad mummy moment ....inner cursing.... hoping for a reason to see Mr Hot Dr again soon.
The appointment ended and I reluctantly trudged the children out of there.
~~~~~
This story would have ended now .... except I happen to work for a public hospital..... and said Hot Dr see's patients there.......
It so happened I saw him roaring up to A & E the next day in his sports car and I may or may not have found a reason to make my way up to that department, in the hope of seeing him again. I may or may not have fluffed my hair and put lippy on.
I did not see him.
SIGH.... I may not be the housewife any more but dang I'm still more than able to act the bored housewife part!
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