After a week with three time outs, two out-and-out temper tantrums (plus one from the kids), mornings that started an hour before I would have preferred, a switch to daylight savings meaning kids who won’t go to sleep, hockey, a birthday party, two separate visits to the dentist, a playdate, drum lesson, ballet lesson, Hebrew school, and a visit from our friendly, neighborhood fire department, my husband has the nerve to walk into the house after a week in Europe and say, “Wow. It’s been a long week.”
He’s lucky I’m using the corkscrew on the wine and not on him.
Once upon a time, you had a sense of humor.