We have a birthday party on Sunday. Not much preparation has taken place so far. I am praying to the gods of dirty floors (The Great Purple Fluff and Oh Mystery Stain) against rain because it is due to take place in a park and the thought of having to clean the house to have the party here is alarming.
Any moment now I am going to leap up and make the birthday cake. I just have to get over the trauma of cleaning the loos. Sometimes monsters are truly monstrous.
I think I may have developed an allergy to being a stay at home parent. The thought of not being responsible for cat litter purchasing or choosing celebrity heads that 7 year olds will know fills me with insane joy.
What I need is a wife. It is a pity I opted for a great galumphing husb. instead.
Later - apologies. I have no idea how that grumpy bastard escaped.