Your wife emails to say “I have a meeting.”
And the email is so representative of married life, it becomes an entire post.
This is the kind of thing you are in for, fellas:
You’re on your own for lunch. I have a meeting.
I’m feeding the kids leftover meatballs for dinner, so was planning on oatmeal tonight.
Marriage is weird.
Sometimes there are just no words for this kind of thing.
There is just a long day of work ahead.
And a sad little bowl of oatmeal at the end of it.
She is right though, marriage is weird.
PS – The oatmeal was delicious.