Sacred Sundays

The Gospel according to GASP...."Sunday is a day of rest". Now GASP uses this religious reference in order to further his own relaxation. Take yesterday for example.
The MALE - GASP got his Sunday lie in ( I am not complaining as I get Saturday morning)He rose, showered and arrived down to the kitchen where I handed him a bacon omlette, toast and tea. Off he went to mass after the usual 10 minutes in the loo ( what do men do for that long ??)After mass he collected me and the boys and we went to visit his Mun ...MIL. While he reads Pat Spillane in the Sunday World ( why buy your own when you can read your brothers) Following this we headed back home where GASP seated himself in front of the television in the kitchen, having convinced eldest son to watch a DVD. Having known he would want to watch the All Ireland Final I had resigned myself to the fact he would not be in communication for 1 and a half hours...my mistake. The commentary before the minor match started at 1.30 and the programme wound up at 5.40 !!!!!He ate his dinner in front of the game. By 5.40 the poor love was exhausted, so he had to have a slouch on the couch to recover.
The FEMALE - I got up at 7.00, fed and changed baby, washed the bottles and proceeded to brown a leg of lamb before adding all the ingredients for Jamie Olivers four hour Braised Leg Lamb. I scrubbed the spuds and put the in the steamer. Eldest son got up so I made his breakfast and then emptied the washing out of the machine. I made a bacon omlette for GASP and when he went to mass bathed the two boys, dressed them, showered and dressed myself so we would be ready to be collected to go to his Mum's 45 minutes later. While GASP read the Sunday World, I changed and fed the baby and chatted to MIL. On getting home I put on the spuds, took out the Lamb, reduced the sauce and served it up to the boys. Having done the dishes, I made the lunches for the following day before convincing eldest son to help tidy up and hoover the sitting room, before I hoovered the hall, swept the kitchen floor and put away Saturdays washing. It was now 5.40. GASP commented that it was lovely having a Sunday at home to ourselves.At this point it was stab him or pour a glass of Sauvignon Blanc....I poured 3 ! Day of Rest .....my arse !