I felt like doing a follow up after three weeks, but might as well start now or else forget.

EDIT: Incoherent stuff. Read at your own discretion.

Monday: Around five a'clock wife starts to push for dinner. I tell her it will be ready around six. Mild argument ensues. I give in and make a five minute shit stew. I don't eat. I have plans later and I thought I will eat proper then. Write a post to reddit about this. Kids are eating again at around 6:30. I am just hanging around and not participating in this madness. Come back from my late dinner. Wife gives mild shit about a things that needs to be done around the house. I tell her I will do it when it is time. Have a bit of fun time in the bedrooms, no sex though.

Tuesday: She is pushing for dinner again around five. I refuse and tell her it will be ready around six. I tell her to eat something if absolutely need to. When kids come in the kitchen asking for dinner I tell them to piss off or help. Youngest come to help (eating veggies mostly). We have dinner and it is pretty nice. We have proper chat about a day and things.

Wednesday: She is again pushing hard for dinner to be around five. I refuse and tell dinner will be ready around six. After a bit of back and forth and I just repeating the dinner will be around six, she asks if she can help. I tell her to dice veggies. She is asking what you are making. I am not telling, because I have not decided yet. I feel like I can trust her so I go buy some electrical supplies I need for tomorrow. I come back and there is one cold stake and smash on the table. I am pissed. I put on my jacket and she asks where I am going. I tell her I am going to eat out. She asks who I am going with to which I respond: alone. I come back and have a beer and interaction with the youngest. There is screaming from both the kids and my wife when they are going to bed. I don't care. I am just sitting in the living room with a full stomach a cold beer. I don't feel like touching her.

Thursday: I do a bit of touching here and there. Wife insists on having dinner around five and she is giving all sorts of logical arguments. I respond just simply telling her dinner will ready around six. Rinse and repeat. Youngest kid is screaming and wife cant handle it. I take the kid and make dinner carrying him. He eventually leaves and I thinks they are all watching tv now. It is silent. Youngest come in the kitchen and start setting up the table (wow). We have dinner around six. Everyone eats and kids even try some of the more weird stuff. They excuse themselves. Wife unloads the day and I just keep nodding and making some comments here and there. Inside I am grinning like a schmuck: "Now this is what I am talking about and you know it". Kids are playing together nicely and there is certain calmness around the house. We take kids to bed and wife is looking like she is falling to sleep in the couch. I grab her and take her to shower with me. She is feeling a bit uneasy and I decide put my finger in her ass. She jumps. I am asking "What?". She tells me she feels bloated. Thinks that she eats too much when dinner is so late.