I'm in the doghouse this morning.
DH woke up late, frantically tried to get ready only to realise his new suit I got last week hadn't had the tags taken off, manically transferred his pocket contents and ran out of the door effing and blinding that he was going to miss the bus, then rang me as he ran down the road to say sorry, started nearly sobbing as he saw the bus was already THERE and then fortunately the driver waited for him, and it was while I was hanging on so he could get his bus pass out of his wallet that I realised I still had it from the weekend...
Whoops!
So that's £4.50 we didn't need to spend, and I'm almightily f**ked off about it.
Was going to try and make it up to him by getting curtain poles up, but I've been looking online and can't find any I like. Grr.
I guess I'll iron his shirts so he doesn't have to, that'll cheer him up. And maybe do bratwurst for tea, although I already told him no since he had it twice last week already... trouble is he pleads for it!
Enough about me and the ridiculous things going on my life.
Lil sorry the witch got you. I hate getting false hope like that! And yes, I will stop the DIY long enough to enjoy Christmas properly. Only we won't be having turkey, as FiL is getting venison again... I don't really like it, but everyone else does, so never mind. And that's an awesome way to give happy news! I want to do that now. I would put it in one of those long jewellery boxes so it looks really posh and exciting, lol.
I feel like I've probably missed the boat again this month.
Twice now since we've been trying I've had cramps that coincided with a temp drop at 5dpo, which I've taken to be implantation, though it has been followed by AF anyway. Nothing like that this month, and no s to s whatsoever, so I guess I should brace myself for feeling crappy at Christmas... and hope it's subsided to a reasonable level by the time we go for a day out to Canterbury on the 28th.
Another cuppa I think, and consult my mum on the finer points of whether my curtain poles should match the floor, the door hooks, or neither...