Quality Time

Lee is complaining that I am on the computer when we are supposed to be spending quality time watching prerecorded TV. But, I have to tell the world how much I hate him, so he's just going to have to deal. The burden of being a woman is just overwhelming sometimes. If he was in charge of childcare arrangements, our world would come unraveled. So, one small oversight on my part and suddenly I'm encroaching on his intricately scheduled day and his whole stack of cards comes crashing down. I don't really hate my husband by the way. And it turns out that watching some bad TV has pickled my mind enough that I am no longer as irritated with him.