This image visually assaulted me when I pried my eyes open at the arse crack of dawn, thanks to three man-flu riddled kids and THREE kittens (more on that sudden increase in feline figures later)…and flopped down in front of my laptop to check Facebook….
That is #1Hubby and his boyfriends at MY Champagne Bar in Bali.
Bastard.
While I am home looking after his sick children.
Double bastard.
And missing a blog-related trip.
Triple bastard.
I won’t even get into the unspeakables that THREE kittens are subjecting me to, on my own.
Quadruple bastard.
EXHAUSTIPATED : Too tired to give a shit.
But I will later.
And I will refer to this post when I need to remind myself why I am going all woe is me martyr. In case my flu fatigue causes me to forget all the crosses that I am bearing while he is boozing in Bali at MY bar.
**Nobody mention all the trips I take to exciting places like the US for BlogHer, Cambodia and Vietnam (annually), or the girls trip to Bali with my sister wives just a couple of months ago. I bet this is how he feels every time I go away. Totally does not count right now.