Lately my wife has been going back and forth with her moods, debating whether or not we should get a divorce. Today is another zag. While she is telling me that she thinks its over because of our past I think that its because I was not knocking on her door an hour before the WIC appointment we had at 8:30 this morning. We made it the appointment 10 minutes early, with all the paperwork, and didn’t have any issues getting our checks. (This was our first time in California so we had to register as well).
However I am still sleeping in my car, and in order to take a shower I have to drive 5 minutes to the gym, then I have to pack everything back into my trunk, (I fold the seat down lay out a mattress, and am technically halfway sleeping in the trunk) then pack my bag, go into the gym, and hope that there isn’t a line for the one and only shower. On top of that this will be the only bathroom in which I will be able to brush my teeth and shave in for the day so I have to do that as well. I roughly give myself an hour, probably could rush it in 30-45 minutes but that would include flossing and shaving (never good to shave in a hurry, you cut yourself or miss spots either way I don’t look like an idiot if I just forget).
I woke up at 7am. I had to get ready and meet her by 7:30-7:45 so we can install the car seat, plus I had an issue with my laptop last night and it froze causing me to shut it down instead of hibernating so I had to go and google the address again, or…. put on a clean t-shirt and then hose myself down with axe body spray and take a shower after the appointment. Which gave me lots of time to do everything and I could guarentee we would make it there in time. So its a choice between an Axe scented funk or re-scheduling this appointment for another month out for the third time in a row (you can guess which choice I picked last month).
Those commericials of the guy spraying himself with Axe just before meeting the chick instead of taking a shower are full of crap. My wife was mad because she had time to take a shower, but I didn’t even bother. Um, my bed “is” the back seat of a car. If I have to take a leak in the middle of the night I have to drive to a nearby gas station, which most of the ones near where I sleep close at 9-10pm. I think she forgot this…, however by reminding her she felt like I was rubbing it in her face that she could stop it.
All of this combined is a likely chance that set me up for today’s end where she was mad and ready to gouge my eyes out and then slit her own wrist, as the world had officially come to an end. I spent the better half of the evening trying to calm her down, tell her not matter what I will always love her…, I’m sorry…, blah blah, but what I am thinking is, get over yourself, no one in their right mind argues over such petty differences let along gets a divorce over them.
Hi, my name is mud, and this is my life!










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