You know what is funny. I will tell you. Getting an email from your cable provider thanking you for renting a movie in the middle of a workday. Not funny you say? Well the funny comes into play when your husband tells you he has a super busy day at work from the couch where he sits basically immobile as you chase your toddler in an attempt to get shoes and a coat on him so you can go to work. The same toddler who woke up today having decided pre crib exit to reenact a scene from Where the Wild Things Are. This child is really pulling out all the stops and throwing himself into character. He most definitely has star quality. This same husband then emails you, most likely as he leisurely lounges on the couch alone with his laptop, coffee and deep thoughts to say he cannot pick up your child at the standard time because he has a meeting with his boss so you offer to do it for him. Did I mention that I am in the office today and not at home to rent and\or watch a movie. Yeah I have that husband. Oh the joys of a job in sales (for him)
I could poke him but I have decided that I am going to give my dearly beloved a pass on this one because I know he is teetering on the edge of a dark depression given large amount of snow storms in the Greater Boston area over the past month. He is jonesing for golf as much as I am in need of some fresh air and time outside the confines of our home. Together we are an irritable couple with self diagnosed seasonal effective disorder. I am also a generous wife
Disclaimer that I will fully poke the bear if I arrive at home tonight to a messy house. I spent 40 prime pre-work minutes this morning cleaning up our disgusting kitchen which was covered with rice and Sheppard’s pie leftovers, wine bottles, ice cream bowls and punctuated with used Kcups leaking stale coffee drippings on my granite. If you are picturing a scene from the movie Animal House you are right there in the zone. I cleaned the kitchen because I had no room otherwise to prep dinner for this evening which I did and loaded in the crock pot before I left for work. ****Cue I’M Every Woman theme song**** I am strangely not livid which would have previously been my response to such slovenly behavior if it were not for my own foggy depression. But I can guarantee you I will be spiking from zero to 60 on the anger scale if I have to lift a manicured finger to clean one mess left by his laziness today. One errant water bottle or sock on the floor and he is a goner.