My happiness during Week 1/2016 could be described in one sentence only: My husband didn’t go to work last week.
How cheesy of me, right?
In fact, it gets even worse: even though I worked Monday to Sunday last week, I had somehow managed to relax and regain much needed strength and vitality during the Xmas holidays, so the work was quite a pleasure, too.
I know, I know.
To make you feel better: my New Year’s Eve was as exciting as it gets. At least it was spent in a small group and noone felt the need to grope my private parts. For the record: I hate hangry young men.
But since we’ll be talking happiness here: my husband didn’t go to work last week. I had a week of much-loved manliness just for me to enjoy and adore.