Like when you hit your funny bone

So it’s funny how things turn out sometimes, funny like when you hit your funny bone on something-not really all that funny and it actually hurts alot.  I thought this day was going to be a pretty good day.  It started pretty normal with the same old things-got to work and got some things accomplished, went to school and fought sleep for the entire time and went home for lunch afterward.  As I was driving home, I was talking to my wife on the phone and she was in a refreshingly good mood!  Got home and had a good lunch with her, headed back to work and thought about how it would be nice to see a friend who recently moved out of state but was in town tonight eventhough there were like a million other things that need to get done besides that.  Went to work which went fine, nothing out of the ordinary occured.  Then I left work and called Jen again and she aounded like she was still in a good mood and ready to go and visit with my friends for dinner, she was also extremely hungry.  So I picked her up and we headed to the bar as she told me about her crappy teacher and her fellow classmate who might hate the teacher more than her.  We arrive at the bar and find my/our friends who were sitting out on the patio.

As soon as we sit down, we notice how freakin’ smoky it is due to the stupid smokers and realize that everyone who is already there has already started eating.  Jen explains that there is no way she can handle the smoke and says she needs to leave.  This is where the “funny” part begins.  I ask her if she wants me to leave with her but she does not give me a solid answer one way or the other which basically means that it is my decision to make and as is normal in this type of situation, I chose wrong.  She tells me that she is going to leave and will come back to get me when I am ready.  If this was not a chance to see Mike, who had moved to Texas, I would have left right away with her and figured out dinner together but Mike is a hard person to get to hang out with and talk to so I wanted the chance to catch up.  So here I am sitting with Mike and a few other people I am friends with plus a few others I don’t know/don’t really like that much having just let my pregnant wife leave the bar and drive herslef to most likely home feeling angry and probably unwanted to a certain degree and not to mention starving!  Bad combo.

So I get the chance to talk to Mike a bit but mostly am just sitting there knowing/dreading how upset/angry Jen is and I can’t really enjoy myself any further.  Yes, I ate which I feel guilty about doing the whole time because if I know Jen, she is so mad that she will not go home and eat, she will just stew about this and be stubborn-which wont make anything any better.  So I finally call her and tell her she can come get me and to call me when she gets there on her phone that she had to give me because my phone was in the car.  Well aparently she had been waiting for me for like 5 minutes before I answered but I didn’t know she was calling because her phone only vibrates when it is in its case which she did not give me.  I get in the car and she is obviously mad because of the whole deal but mostly because she didn’t get to eat her chicken wings which she apparently told me she wanted like a million times.  I only heard her say something about chicken wings one time at lunch but I guess I don’t listen-as usual.  So instead of having a good evening with my wife and catching up with friends I get a pissed off wife who refuses to eat because all she wanted to eat were chicken wings and I wasn’t smart/sensitive/nice enough to get some for her to go at the very least.  So now I am sitting in front of the computer unable to focus on my homework while my wife sleeps with an empty stomach and probably a hungry bun in the oven-both still pissed off at me and now I feel like I fucked everything up and instead of looking forward to our ultrasound in the morning, I am dreading the awkward conversation about why I let her go to sleep either with an empty stomach or still mad at me.  Ok maybe that conversation won’t happen (but maybe it still will) but still I am not looking forward to a morning where we get ready while hardly talking to each other and make something that should be exciting and fun into something stressfull.

I don’t know, maybe all will be fine but that is how I feel right now.  I thought writing about all of this would help me feel better but, no.