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.