How is it that you can have an event planned for weeks, months even, and your husband neglects to mention that “oh, by the way, I have to work tonight”?
And then, the kids are being perfect little angels (who are you and what have you done with my real kids???) and this close to climbing into bed and falling asleep and the minute the doorbell rings, its like they’ve had this intravenous injection of some kind of red-cordial / caffiene combination?
And your hubby isn’t there to deal with it? Coz he’s now off working?
Right, off to staple kids to their respective beds so can get on with spending money online.