Have stopped being a person to the ‘oosbund and officially become wife. Herewith the evidence:
- He emails me diary dates
- He calls me when he needs his VAT figures.
- I do the cooking, laundry, cleaning (well, I supervise) and card writing.
- He calls me to get calls he’s to busy to make
Serves me right for deciding to work from home. Was at the garden centre- working hard, naturally- today when the bathroom guy (BG) called. I then called DH (Dear Husband. Quicker to type then ‘oosbund.Pilfered from mumsnet. Of which more another time.) who asked me to ask BG several more things. Called BG to ask questions. He asked did DH want option A or B. At which point I gave up all hope, spent too much money on plants that weren’t exactly right and left with the evil eye from store manager on my back (used comfortable chair in one of garden furniture displays to conduct phone calls.) No doubt tomorrow will involve more calls.
In addition spent thirty minutes queueing to use tip. Spent twenty minutes queuing at Post Office. Spent further twenty minutes queueing to get back on my own drive because stinky rubbish collecting van thing in the bloody way. Spent good while online trying to find reliable window cleaner. Then spent about an hour trying to decipher shorthand used on mumsnet threads, so that I can work out why the drugs aren’t getting me pregnant.
Suspect DH stopped being person and started being DH. Herewith evidence:
- He pays the bills.
- He parks the car.
- He puts out the rubbish, does poo-patrol in the garden.
- He has to drop everything when I’m ovulating.
