I just sat down after a long day of feeding kids, lots of dishes, going to the park, cleaning up, playing Lincoln Logs, a couple load of laundry and listening to the kids put on a Taylor Swift/Jonas Brothers concert. I am trying to avoid the left over pizza and cupcakes so I am having a glass of wine. Meanwhile my husband is sending me texts from PRIME Steakhouse at the BELLAGIO in VEGAS.
Dear Skinny Husband,
Yes I am jealous about your fabulous steak dinner and bottles of expensive wine and the fact that you are at a restaurant where I could wear heels and there are no high chairs or chicken fingers. Save it. What happens in Vegas should stay there.
Love, Me.
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Skinny husband needs to know he is not helping himself by sharing tales of good food and good times while SAHM is wiping spilled milk and finding Cheerios on the floor.
Yeah! Not cool. Remember the days when that used to be us PJ? Sometimes I don't even want to go to Vegas. I'd just rather have someone else pick up the Cheerios so I can go to BED!
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