Dh is away. Not the safest place in the world (understatement) but fulfilling a life long ambition so I couldn't exactly ask him not to. He rang me earlier to say he'd been outside the secure compound he's staying in today and will be again tomorrow.
I'm juggling the usual home shit, kids, work and the most accident prone dog that has just about survived life in general. I've spent the last two weeks nursing a wound on said dog's arse and he finally got the sign off from the vet yesterday that he's properly on the mend. Good job as I'm away with work from Tue. So tomorrow is to be spent finishing my washing and making sure the house is sorted and kids have all they need while granny comes to stay while dh and I are away. Only tomorrow is my birthday. I'm not huge on my birthday but I'd rather not spend it changing beds and washing socks. However needs must, so I shall.
But lo and behold, the bloody dog has torn his fucking dew claw on our walk just now. So tomorrow, for my birthday, i will be sitting in and paying for the emergency vet and then testing around the rest of the day grocery shopping, cleaning and packing. Fml.