Remember when I couldn’t imagine being at home while my wife languished in a hospital room? Well, it turns out, neither could she, and boy, was she pissed off.
Three days "on" with Boobaby, very little sleep and (alas, the worst part!) having run out of coffee, I got testy on Working Mom’s first day home. Everybody and their mother (literally) wanted to come over, and my wife of course said "yes" to them all. So I got to play host, too, on top of it all.
Most of my whining was internal, but not all of it. Who the hell complains to his wife the day she gets home from surgery?
I do, apparently. Not feeling really good about my chances for the husband hall of fame this year.