Most pathetic date night ever

Last night, I had the saddest date night ever. My plan was dinner and a movie...

I got stood up. By my own husband. How pathetic can you get?

I am not kidding when I tell you these were the choices at the cinema:

• Date night
• The happy housewife
• Dear John
• Edge of darkness
• Remember me

I never stood a chance.

My dearest husband phoned me in the early evening to tell me "he still had some stuff to do." There was some computer emergency at work. Then twenty minutes before the babysitter arrived, I phoned him and asked him how close to home he was. He hadn't left yet. Which, I can tell you, got me slightly irked. I decided to have the babysitter come anyway, and to wait for him somewhere else. No point wasting a good babysitter. That was my first mistake.

My second mistake, and admittedly the biggest, was that I then opted to wait in that third portal of hell, that franchise of purgatory: McDonalds. I know - not clever. My reasoning was that I could use their free WiFi and check my email and reader. I found out after I sat down with their mockery of the concept of food that in fact their WiFi was broken. So much for that then. Now I tell you - if you want a quick boost to the self-esteem, I suggest that you go sit in a McDonalds six months pregnant, alone, in your prettiest clothes, with a large Coke, and choose the space next to the Playstation.

Luckily I had had the foresight to take a book. I secretly quite enjoyed sitting for over an hour, reading without being disturbed for once. I also had the pretend chocolate mousse. Throughout, I got messages from Babes that he was having to stay a little longer, no a little longer, not coming home yet. (Bless him for not only missing our date but then also disturbing my undisturbed reading.) Finally, I just went home again. Obviously not until after the babysitter had fed and changed the children and put them to bed. I thought I may as well get my money's worth.

Babes came home after ten. I'm glad I didn't stay out and wait for him. I did get a lot more quiet time to read at home, which was rather nice. And he seemed a little sorry to be late. He made me a cup of tea anyway.

All I can say in conclusion is that Babes is very lucky and clever that he took last Monday off just to spend it with me. Otherwise I would now be trying to decide which of his testicles to remove with a spoon. Strangely I'm not. He must be doing something right as well.