Confessions of a window cleaner

I've ended up in the unenviable position of being in debt to my own husband. The past while has seen my participation in Lip Sync, an evening course, 3 days away with work , a Saturday away and the first of 3 Christmas parties...simultaneously , in the past 3 weeks I developed a severe case of perimenopausal, premenstrual tension ( PPT only occurs occasionally but deadly!) and the fact that I am still alive is testament to GASP's patience. In this period ( or lack thereof!) GASP has stepped up the the plate as parent, chef and shoulder to cry on and has seen very little " action" . The youngest bought a new bike recently reminding him of a happy time previously when he was seriously over rewarded for some bike building...this time I insisted we pay the man the tenner to put it together !!!! My gadding about has also led to my dipping into his wallet with increased frequency and he provided me with the little radiator I craved in the kitchen for my comfort. So GASP has delivered financially, warmly and completely....I have contributed virtually nothing....and this weighs heavily ! As the cloud of PPT lifts and I am able to watch Christmas ads without crying, he has now donned a look of an expectant puppy, safe in the knowledge that he has saved up all his treats and must be due a bonanza.I figured that "payment in kind" could include numerous different payments , and I set to considering things I rarely, if ever, do. This week I have ironed ( hate it), cleaned windows ( totally against my beliefs), made apple tart ( pastry annoys me) wholeheartedly supported him having a day away to himself today, listened intently to his conversation ....that was hard ....., have watched westerns and sports news and have cooked a series of wonderful roast dinners...basically I have fulfilled every wifely duty , apart from one and apparently this "one" is the deal breaker, the only currency accepted in the bank of GASP....I really wish I hadn't cleaned the windows now !

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