...to be back at work. Yesterday I had the day off because it was my wife's birthday. I tried to make it a perfect day for her; spent many hours cleaning the pool because she was going to relax in it, made everything that she wanted, etc. 

From the moment I got up I was working on everything. Devil's Food Cake (FROM SCRATCH) with the most decadent chocolate ganache you ever had (also from scratch), AIP (Auto-Immune Protocol) Cherry Pie Bars (from scratch with fresh cherries even), bison burgers for the wife, regulation burgers for everyone else, and a kale and peach salad. On top of a few spur of the moment trips to the store and whatnot. All in all, I was fairly busy most of the day. 

Everything else was done, but it was starting to get late. I began to notice that I was walking on egg shells as I was starting to form the burger into patties. I could *feel* my wife's anger beginning to build. The charcoal was started, I literally had to make the patties and toss em on the grill. Fifteen minutes, tops. 

She then proceeds to angrily get the kids each a plateful of snacks, and says to them, "That should hold you until we eat in another hour."

My youngest son says, "An hour?" 

"Definitely," she replied. At this point I felt like I was about three inches tall. Here I am busting my ass off to give this woman everything that she asked for on her birthday (even though I got absolutely nothing on mine) and because of that, I have to take this verbal abuse on top of it. Three. Inches. Tall. 

I quickly finished all patty forming, grabbed *everything* that I needed, and went outside to  watch the burgers cook. Usually I'll be in an out, go toss something on the grill, come back in and hang out, go outside and flip 'em, etc. But not tonight, fuck that. I'm just going to hang out outside until the food is done, instead of going back inside and being made to feel like a piece of shit for no reason whatsoever. 

Today I am back at work and I realized how much I love being at work as opposed to being at home where I'm made to feel like garbage for not being good enough. 

Solo therapy in a couple of hours. Oh joy. I just feel like going to a park and ride and sleeping in my car tonight. And to top it all off, guess who never got in the pool yesterday. Sometimes I wonder why the fuck I even try anymore...

Happy Hump Day! Just needed to vent and get it out. 
