Firstly, I know this is a first world dilemma. I know how bloody lucky we are, I really, really do. However... This week Dh has been abroad for work on a week long leadership course. There have been a few. This one seemed to involve, amongst other things, a cooking challenge and pretending to be a dog in order to enhance emotional intelligence. He flew business class and stayed in a posh hotel for the duration. I have been at home dealing with a stroppy four year old, a non sleeping baby with a vomiting bug, a broken washing machine, a blocked toilet and a disgusting amount of fox poo in the garden. I am not asking if I should leave the bastard. He isn't one. And as I said I know how lucky I am really, most of the time. Just this week I win, surely?