Big Mistake

Quick, call the Met Office!  There’s a meteorological phenomenon! My husband swore it wasn’t raining this morning when we were sorting out the school run, and yet there’s still this wet stuff falling from the sky, leaving the kids like drowned rats and me looking like a member of Kiss with mascara running down my face.  He also HILARIOUSLY asked me to clarify if my job title is ‘Housewife’ ‘cos I hadn’t tidied HIS side of the bed.  Does ‘Husband Beater’ sound any better?  And this after I’d done some ironing yesterday – well you can kiss goodbye to crease free clothes for the next six months, pal.