July 7, 2009
It’s been a while. Sorry about that. Had body painted girls to cover up, corporate ships of state to maneuver into laying along side, possible outbreaks of swine flu (she had a cold) to consider and general lethergy to take into account.
Meh. It’s a blog. What are you gonna do?
On that note, the holidays.
School holidays, to be precise.
They’re upon us.
A colleague of mine (and occasional correspondent) says he’s been informed that Her Indoors is taking the kids to the In laws for a couple of days during the holidays.
Cunningly, Mr X (for that is his birth name) has booked a day off work without making mention of this to his wife.
Is he conducting an illicit affair? Will he spend the night out with The Boys?
No, he’s after one thing and one thing only:
a lie in.
That’s right, he has to book time off work so he can luxuriate in that experience we call “sleeping until you wake”.
I can only agree, it’s a gorgeous idea and quite a tempting one. The downside is that Someone will find out he’s got a day off and hasn’t:
mown the lawn;
sorted out the dripping shower head;
painted the ceiling in the lounge;
updated his blog;
journeyed to the in-laws to partake of the family cheer, etc,
and he’ll be in a world of hurt.
So Very Tempting.
I do get a lie-in each week. On the Saturday morning I get to stay in bed while Mrs Audent gets up and tries to coral the children. Sadly our house has the main bedroom off the lounge, so despite all best endeavours all I can hear is children scrapping, whining, fighting, moaning, watching TV, not watching TV, eating breakfast, making a mess, refusing to eat breakfast, getting told off and, occasionally, standing in the corner.
I love them to bits but a lie in… mmmmmmmmmmmmm.