Normal

The kids have returned to school and I am driving them there everyday. I have gotten back in the habit of a daily routine. I sometimes forget what I'm doing or thinking but this is what happens when you are the man of the house. Always doing, never stopping, and not having more than a few minutes with time to yourself.

I keep having to bite on my tongue when talking to my wife, let it go, just let it go I am always telling myself. There was a moment when the toilet broke. My wife yells from upstairs, "Honey the toilet, something is broken." I roll my eyes into the back of my head. Too much toilet paper! "Be there in a second babe." I head upstairs and I hear a rather loud spraying sound. I go from a trot to a sprint, "Honey!" it appears the situation is worse then I thought it was. The pipe burst. Shit literally shit. Everywhere.


I am running through the situation in my head, SHUT OFF THE WATER! I made a mad dash for the basement and systematically shut off all the valves. I return upstairs and I see my wife going towards the door and the kids are already outside. "Okay honey see you later going to take the kids out! Bye!" The front door slams and I slump my shoulders, BUT THE TOILET!


I was too stubborn to call a plumber it ended up being an all night job and fortunately the mess was not too much of a stink to deal with. But its things like that putting me in less then a settled mood. Today is testament to my patience as the stress keeps building. To some extent I am able to channel the rage into something physical but it is such a short part of my day.

I keep thinking this is what normal is supposed to be? Is this what I was like when I was working last year too? Sometimes I wish I had the heart of a gambler but I have never bet on anything other than my own fortitude. Call me a calculated risk kinda guy anyway.

Now I'm off to fix a broken door, work is never over.