Another successful work-travel accomplished with Dad taking charge of the home and all that it contains.
I called up S one morning to check in. After I dialled him, I realized it was a Saturday and that I may have woken him up. S was scornful. Woken up? I’ve been to the gym, Ads is having his milk, everything is under control. Don’t call me, I have a PTM to attend, ballet class to take Y to, and groceries to shop for.
Oops. As much as I like my man to be empowered in the domestic department, I hate knowing he can do it as well as I can :)
Details of my trip here.