Nugget takes over the house hold and straps on the apron, with teatowel in one hand kindy timetable in the other im ready. Monday morning 5am start wifes up to start her training for her new job, i get up to have coffee with her and show support and to get a jump start on my new job. 630am wifes off to catch her buses & train ( shit she left me the car ) MMM, will she start posting her own Jod`s V the trains storys now. What to do ive got all morning to do a few chores before Nugget jr (Booga) is off to kindy, dont want to burn myself out on the first day so its a slow start. Do the morning dishes have a coffee and a smoke, talk to the dog, shit im cruzing, walk around the house looking for clothes to wash , tidy up the boys room, clean up all the new experiments he has going on in there for finding the cure of herpes. Time to get ready for kindy, pack his bag put the boy in the car have a wee panic attack, Shit its up to me now, calm down its only a f---en car well we made it there, using a lot of back streets. With 3 hours to myself its off to the shops i go, Christ my next fear, people,crowds, all in the same place i need to be. Why is it the one thing i need is in the isle where some twit has decided to stop and have a chat with the lady with the kid that is cracking the biggest tantrum since little Jenny got a bag of horse Shit for Christmas instead of a PONY. To any body else they might have just walked on bye, but i wanted my pancake mix, i had my trolley, my list, my goals set for the day this little snotty nosed kid was not going to upset my day. Her mother had turned off and was busy chatting so Nugget moved in for his pancake mix. A slight bang as the trolleys collided together, MMM she didnt even turn a eye so i gave the girl the old EVIL EYE and lent over her trolly grab my mix and left the scene as i left them standing in the stench of one of Nuggets finest Kentucky Fried Chicken Farts. I moved so quick im sure they thought it was the girl packing cans just behind them. A quick time check i have a hour to go before Booga needs to be picked up, so what does a house husband do with a hour up is sleve. The mind ponders to much if i wasnt Nugget i might be all right but a hour Shit i could get into a whole lot of trouble so i decide to go home and wait till Booga is ready. That wrapped up day one of my new job, i think i handled it rather well we all made it home safe, we all got feed that night, and best of all the old PTSD only had time to bother me two or three times that day, but by Christ i was knackered that night, the pays pretty crap but the benefits are great, im not to sure on the nude dish washing Jods wants me to do, i just feel so dirty when she sits there drinking a beer and every now and then she flicks me with the tea towel and just smiles at me.