Sulk

I have been sulking since Sunday. It's not clever, helpful, or productive, but I can't help it.

While my husband was away this weekend, he won this prize. A trip of a lifetime to Marrakech. Wife and children not invited, he will instead be sharing this experience with 9 work colleagues. Yes, I know I should be happy for him. I know I should be proud of his achievement. But this will be his fourth piss up weekend away this year, and I am absolutely green with envy.

This week, I am not a happy bunny.