Another day in paradise

It was T’s birthday at the weekend, so I took the day off on Friday to take her shopping and buy her a pressie. All in all it was quite successful. I thought.

I took her for breakfast, bought her some RM Williams boots, went for lunch and then home to pick up the kids. I was feeling pretty chuffed with myself.

Taking the day off was a big sacrifice. I thought.

Not booking a table the following evening for a romantic dinner, organising a baby sitter, buying her a present on behalf of the kids, organising a family cake out of Safeways for a wee teatime presentation and generally making a fuss of her with the family was probably where I maybe let myself down.

She’s had a pretty tough week, trying to sort out our move, her son going off to boarding school, her grandfather dying and dealing with all the rest of the kids while I’m swanning around Australia does tend to affect her general happiness.

So I think I might have just undercooked the making her feel special bit.

I did take us and the kids to see SHREK 3 on Saturday and bought her peanut M&Ms. Now I now know why she didn’t laugh at the funny bits. Because obviously a women waits a couple of days to tell you why she’s pissed off while you have to try and guess.

So I pretty much got bollocked all weekend and tried to make it up to her by helping pack stuff. Which of course as most blokes know – we can’t even do that right.

So I’m off to Melbourne tomorrow for 3 days for another week and wonder what that was all about.

And because I’m a bloke it’ll take me 3 days to realise it was all my fault for not making a fuss of a woman who’s doing it all on her own, dealing with the death of her grandfather, supporting her mother who’s devasted and 20,00kms away and a husband who couldn’t organise a piss up in brewery.