"Ummm... do we not live in the same world?"
That was the question I just asked my husband. Because, really? I had to ask...
I came home tonight from class and sat on the couch.
I just kinda zoned out, and he asked what was wrong...
I just looked shocked. Because apparently he and I do not live in the same world.
My world revolves around my job of teaching fucking juvenile delinquents (who have more girls then I care to know knocked up), my masters classes suck, we are struggling with deciding what adoption route to take, and to top it off this weekend, I get to deal with his 'crazy baby momma' and her family for my step daughters birthday party (which I planned....).
He looked at me- completely strait faced- and said "no you live in the 'world of Jenn', it's a little crazy in there"...
nice.
But then he gave me a kiss, and my crazy little world got 100 times better.
I love having him home.
aww, glad he's back!
ReplyDeletei hope the world of jenn gets a bit calmer :o)
ReplyDeleteand teaching juvies...good for you! thanks bc somebody has got to do it
LOL! Glad he's back home again.
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