I like her, but suspect this is PR based drivel. She should have an ordinary life, like most people on here.
On Saturday evening, DH & I squabbled over a pizza and salad. As she silenced me for the second time, whilst I furiously and childishly tried to make my point one last time, I slammed down my cutlery, reached for the car keys and drove into the beautiful green hills of Derbyshire. Here I contemplated my wonderful life...my crappy house, my lack of a challenging job, my beautiful, but basically average child and my demented husband. I drove back speechless at where my life had come only to see the sun setting in the distance.
DH made concilliatory noises as I came through the door, handing me my my unfinished beer and asking whether it was all better now. I resisted the yearning to punch him in the nose and stormed off to bed where I instantly fell into a deep and dreamless slumber.
Next day dd arrives back from Grandmas. I find MIL has spent most of the weekend telling DD that she has the right to go on the expensive holiday we'd mentioned and she should go. We, however, had decided it was off the cards, so had to deal with this as a couple. The experience bought us back together and we sat and played JUNIOR monopoly until the early hours of the evening. We then cuddled our daughter in bed, kissed her sweetly goodnight and realised just how lucky we really were.
Well, all of that happened, except for the realising how lucky we were. We just ignored each other again until this morning
Do you think I need a PR guru on my life???