Errands and a frikking long day

Today's Saturday. In summer. That means the illustrious husband is off playing cricket for more than 12 hours a day. While I've learned to deal with this a little less emotionally and do great most of this time, today I'm pissed. It's been 3-4 weekends of both days gone and over 12 hours at a stretch at that. It's like i have no f-ing weekend. On dark days like this, I feel like a single mom. Lulu is a blessing but it still messes with your brain when there's no adult company forever and a day you're rollong playdoh or watching Nemo for the 80th time. 

We went to auchan in the morning, bought grocery, lugged back a tonne on that. Some day when i die, you'll find a bag of groceries next to me. 

It's 23:02 and still no sight of the husband. So mad. 

Will make the most of the other days. 

Xoxo