Entry for 29th May, 2008

Much as I love my Significant Other, I love her just a littel bit less when she double books her dance show dress rehearsal with a dinner party which we are supposed to be hosting.
I use the term "we" loosely here, given that spending the day in a theatre with a group of small girls dressed as munchkins does not really allow one to do much of the preparation for a dinner party. Indeed, if you are in the theatre supervising the said munchkins, it is likely to be one's other half who is doing the preparations.
Preparing for a dinner party when you are a useless man with limited culinary skills is not particularly easy, especially when you have two small children aged 0 and 2 to supervise. I say supervise. What I actually mean is leave to roam the house in the manner of the children in the Lord of the Flies, whilst I attempt to tidy the garden, put away the shopping, make a casserole, put away the mountains of shopping delivered by Tescoman, feed the children, dance a small jig, and recite the works of Chekov simultaneously.
I don't get stressed very easily. I got quite stressed this afternoon. At one point my two year old daughter said to me: "Don't worry daddy. you're only a man."
I suspect coaching by my Significant Other.