Got off work early. Son #2 needed some camping gear for his Boy Scout camp out. In my house boys are awarded certain things based on achievements or milestone events. One of these is entry into Boy Scouts. So Son 2 gets to upgrade his camping gear to some cooler stuff.

Son 1 and I have a father son paintball event to go to in the morning...so of course that means Army gear.

Son 1 also has a double header little league game later this evening

So pick son 1 and 2 up. The wife decides to go high orbit over something i didn't care about. Most of it should have been done before I even got home because now we have a timetable to keep.

Pull out of the drive way hit the hardball road. Crank up Metallica because it's 70 and fuck yeah. We're gone for a while wife sends me a text "can I see the loot"

Sure send her a pic of what we bought. I send "show me tits" I get nothing.

Get home the wife freaks again about clothes and laundry. I turn and walk away. I had camp gear to check. Though I did join in the emotional uproar for about 10 seconds when I found out son 2 didn't do his chores.

Fixed that shit. Kicked my ass and became a man again. Rallied the troops to solve the clothes issues told the wife to stop distracting everyone from the mission of getting out the house.

Got the troops lined up and ready. Son 1 in baseball uniform son 2 camping gear. Then the email from the coach correcting the baseball location. Nuclear event occurs I was accused of being a controlling husband because I didn't pass on the information or make accurate predictions. I'm like her dad...I don't listen to her....I am sexists...blah blah blah....

But the trains left on time and everyone got to their locations. Feed, clothed and happy.

The baseball game is great son 1 making mistakes but learning. The wife starts telling me how and what I need to do get him to improve. I simply tell her I'm not arguing with you here. Then son 1 makes a fly ball catch in left field throws to second play is made then thrown out at 3rd. She's still bitching about something to do with defending my territory, and she missed the play.

Those hot dogs smell fantastic. I look over at her. Maybe she would like one.

"Are you going to answer me?"

I swear to god I didn't plan this it just happened. I licked my fingers swiped them on her glasses and said. "Shut up. Do you want a hot dog?"

2 minutes later she's following me and bouncing next to me at the hot dog

Looking back it seems so simple. Here's the thing. All outward response were good. Maybe not perfect. Inside. I was pissed. Angry.

I thought about the gym bunny who tells me how disciplined and focused I am And texts me good night every night.

Or the marathon runner who calls me twice a day just to say hi (more on this in next weeks OYS). Both insist they aren't looking for anything...yeah. Right.

Something is there on the edge. I can taste it. Need to push through. It helps to know I truly DGAF. I can replace her tomorrow...literally. Sex isn't a thing any more. I have shit I want to do.

This. Is. Fantastic.