I Suck (Mother’s Day 2006)
Mother’s Day came at a bad time this year. I am switching back to Graveyards tonight, which means when I got home Saturday night at midnight I tried to stay up as late as possible so that I could flip my schedule and get used to sleeping during the day and working all night. It didn’t work so well, but that is not the point. The point is, of all days to be forced to neglect my wife and family because I am trying to flip my schedule, it had to fall on Mother’s Day.
We have also had a longstanding no gift deal on days like this because of money issues, and even though I told my wonderful wife that she could get her nails done (something she really likes and never gets to do) for Mother’s Day, I know she probably won’t do it.
Yes, I know gifts aren’t everything. Appreciation can be shown many different ways, but because of my schedule flip I feel like I have failed all of them. I feel like the typical moron husband who seems so prominent on today’s sitcoms.
I know this isn’t much, but I just wanted the world to know how much I love my wife. She is a wonderful wife and mother, even though she doesn’t see it. I wish I could give her more. Maybe she doesn’t care, but the life I am able to give her is nowhere near what she deserves or what I wish I could give her.
So, for what little it is worth, Happy Mother’s Day, baby. I love you.
Senior Moment 2: The Brain Fart Strikes Back
I headed for the drinking fountain at the Hell Hole and found myself in the men's room. I stopped in the middle of the room and looked around for a second before I realized what had happened.
I turned around, exited and got a drink at the fountain. I ended the drink faster than I wanted, because I was embarrassed. I got halfway back to the checkpoint and thought, "That's stupid. So you went into the bathroom. Go get more water if you want it." I turned around and headed for the drinking fountain again.
I was halfway down the row of urinals before I realized it happened again. Holy Crap! This time there were other men around, so instead of walking back out and looking like a moron (too late) I went and stood in front of one of the urinals, pretending to pee.
What is wrong with me?