....no I’m not a nun!

Hubby is doing another show – Godspell and he is the lead…Jesus. I know when I go and see him tomorrow night I will be proud and my heart will be full of joy and I’ll be so grateful to be married to such a wonderful singer and performer.

Until then I’m tearing my hair out! Between rehearsals, learning lines, then the shows, matinees and after show drinks I’ve barely seen hubby for weeks.

Already he’s talking about the next show he wants to do. I would never want to stop him doing something he loves but he doesn’t realise that whilst he’s being the star of the show I’m sitting alone at home, fat and pregnant with two demanding children and a dog that wont let me sit down.

I’ve never really been the jealous type but suddenly I find myself thinking he must at least have a crush on one of the girls in the show – all dancers with perfect figures and voices like angels – and he has to come home to a fat, pregnant, cross and sulking wife.

I know where I’d rather be.
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