I can’t smile this morning and pretend that pouring the milk into the week-bix doesn’t feel Groundhog Dayish.
I can’t kiss you goodbye without feeling like work is just another way for you to escape us. Even though I know you’d prefer to be home, there will be no rational thinking today.
I can’t be happy for your pay rise today, because even though it’s technically “our” money, it still feels a little bit like “your” money.
I can’t be patient when you go out and get pissed with the boys today. While I was changing his nappy, your 14 month old son literally just pissed in my eye. I’m pissed too.
I can’t be touched today. Don’t even.
I can’t listen to you complain about work because no matter how shit is was, at least you weren’t alone.
I can’t appreciate the amazing home you renovated for us today, no matter how beautiful or grand these 4 walls look to you, to me, today they are closing in.
I can’t let you shit in peace today, you brought the iPad in with you, nobody takes 30 minutes to shit.
I’m sorry husband, I love you so much, I will try to wifey again tomorrow.