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No babysitting tonight, which is nice. Though here is me expressing my feelings: just because we don't have kids does not mean we can just drop everything and go help them out. Or not help them out for that matter. How did I find out my presence there wasn't required? Because I sent this afternoon, asking if I was to pick the kids up from daycare at 6pm. The phone rings "oh yeah, I was going to call but something came up... I'm off work for the next ten days so you don't have to come". He knew since Saturday. Right. Nice. How about letting me know a little sooner? I actually have better things to do then sit around waiting for you. Twits.
Now I'd much rather sit on my lazy arse on my own sofa tonight (or more realistically: work from home (Gay Sleeveless Supervisor is fab, but he sure likes to leave things to the last minute. I'm bored half the time I'm there, then one workday before the deadline he goes and springs me a new assignment) or do some ironing). Since The Girlfriend is out of the house tonight I can also play Rufus Wainwright as loudly and as often as I want. Though perhaps not too often, I might end up depressed by the time she gets home.
In other news, The Girlfriend and I have the rest of the week off. The Girlfriend is talking about going to the zoo tomorrow, Friday we've got to go bowling (I'm not kidding) with her colleagues, and on Saturday... we've got a faaaabulous Birthday Dinner with my parents. My mum already quite sternly (and passive aggressively) told me it has to be "fun" for her too. Cue the Girlfriend and I grinning like Cheshire cats throughout the evening. But hey, it's my dad's sixtieth, so I will try to make it work.
I'll just picture Tim Gunn looking over my shoulder.
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No babysitting tonight, which is nice. Though here is me expressing my feelings: just because we don't have kids does not mean we can just drop everything and go help them out. Or not help them out for that matter. How did I find out my presence there wasn't required? Because I sent this afternoon, asking if I was to pick the kids up from daycare at 6pm. The phone rings "oh yeah, I was going to call but something came up... I'm off work for the next ten days so you don't have to come". He knew since Saturday. Right. Nice. How about letting me know a little sooner? I actually have better things to do then sit around waiting for you. Twits.
Now I'd much rather sit on my lazy arse on my own sofa tonight (or more realistically: work from home (Gay Sleeveless Supervisor is fab, but he sure likes to leave things to the last minute. I'm bored half the time I'm there, then one workday before the deadline he goes and springs me a new assignment) or do some ironing). Since The Girlfriend is out of the house tonight I can also play Rufus Wainwright as loudly and as often as I want. Though perhaps not too often, I might end up depressed by the time she gets home.
In other news, The Girlfriend and I have the rest of the week off. The Girlfriend is talking about going to the zoo tomorrow, Friday we've got to go bowling (I'm not kidding) with her colleagues, and on Saturday... we've got a faaaabulous Birthday Dinner with my parents. My mum already quite sternly (and passive aggressively) told me it has to be "fun" for her too. Cue the Girlfriend and I grinning like Cheshire cats throughout the evening. But hey, it's my dad's sixtieth, so I will try to make it work.
I'll just picture Tim Gunn looking over my shoulder.
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