I had a day off a few days back. I normally get up early enough that I can work out, eat breakfast, take a shit, a shower and be ready to take the kids to school. I was tired on this one, so I slept til 730.

I come down stairs and start making a cup of coffee to take with me to work out. Kids are rambunctious and being kids. Wife comes down and says "how come you get to go work out while I make breakfast/lunches". I say "cause I'm going to clean this shit hole up when I get back home this morning" pointing at the disaster of a house. Probably should have said nothing, but oh well.

I take my coffee and proceed to go work out. Kids are still going off the walls and she starts yelling. Comes into the room and says "I'm done! They can fuckin get themselves ready and make their own lunches! I gotta get ready". I smile and continue doing my thing. She storms upstairs. (I'll add the disclaimer here that she makes breakfast and their lunches. Someone will surely chime in with "way to OYS bro!" This is part of what she has to do on my ship)

I stop, go to the kitchen and say "alright guys, playtime is up and it's time to make your own breakfast. I'm working out". Then I go back and finish my routine.

I come back into the kitchen and hammer a protein shake. I say to the kids "ok guys, time to go upstairs and get dressed". I then make their lunches as I cook up a plate of eggs. I put them in their their back packs and set them by the door. Grab my eggs and another coffee an head upstairs to get ready. On my way by the kids are on the couches in the living room, fully dressed and playing iPads. I say "alright guys, when I get back down I expect you to be in shoes and on your way to the van".

Go upstairs and wife is silent. DGAF. Eat my breakfast as I get dressed. Come back down stairs and 2 kids are outside already; only need to help youngest find a sweater. Get to the van and wife is sitting shotgun, full on ice queen. I drive the kids to school, give them all a hug and watch them venture on towards their days.

Once we start driving away wife suddenly starts telling me about a comical situation from the day before. We laugh and go get some coffee from Tim Hortons before driving her to the mechanic to get her car. She is all laughs and happy as a pig in shit now. Get to the garage and jump out to pay him while she switches vehicles. Give her a kiss and she goes off to work.

Why say this story?

When she came at me that morning about absolutely nothing, I treated it as such, like nothing. My wife rarely comes at me with shit like this. Every once and a while she will pitch me a congruency test. I bat them out of the park every time.

Moral of the story?

Don't take her so seriously and have the frame to do so