The wee hours of Monday morning.

I cannot tell you how ecstatic I am that my husband won his cricket grand final today.
I also cannot contain my joy knowing that once again he isn't working tomorrow. It's worked out so well, now he can stay out getting trashed until sometime much later today and upon his return home he can work on his couch slug impersonation. 

Don't you just love it when it all comes together so nicely? I know I sure do.
Any who, I'm going to be woken up in 6 hours time (if I'm lucky) so best rest whilst I can. 

It's not like single parenting is totally new to me but doing so whilst being horribly ill has been such a fun and unpredictable time of excitement I just don't know if I can wait until next cricket season. (Drowning in a pool of my own sarcasm). Maybe I should encourage hubby to play footy again.
Peace out bitches xox