I have to go into town to get a few things and have taken the youngest one with me, the husband choose to stay home and take the other two to nursery. I am walking, pushing the pushchair, doing a little window shopping when my phone bleeps
“Love, where are the kids socks?”
WHAT? Why has my husband just text me asking me where the kids socks are? They are where they have always been, in the top drawer.
He must have managed to find them as no more text messages come through. For a few minutes that is.
“Which shoes does he wear with jeans”?
This text message is a joke right? Our son has jeans on so why does it matter if he wears his blue shoes, his brown shoes or his trainers, any will do.
I ignore him, I just shake my head.
I am walking around the supermarket, balancing the shopping basket on top of the pushchairs hood, trying to remember what it is we need when yet again my phone bleeps…
“Can you get me some diet coke?”
My basket is already full yet in goes a bottle of diet coke.
He texts again reminding me to get such and such and oh can I pop to another shop as he needs something else.
By the time I am finished I have a headache. Thankfully he managed to get the two other kids to nursery with no further problems.
Men Are Like Alcohol; In Moderation They’re Great, But Too Much Will Give You A Headache