so it is no "new" concept that I work on Tuesdays. why? why? why?
does he wait until I get home at 6PM to begin the dinner process?
I've asked him nicely.
I've yelled. I've cried.
I've put major guilt on him.
none of it works.
I walk in the door to 3 children in Defcon 5 meltdown mode all because they are way over tired and starving. and then it's just so pleasant to make dinner and throw food onto the table while your children are so happy.
I was a bit passive aggressive and drank the last beer and "ahhhed" and "yummed" a bit in front of him.
Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer
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