sometimes... it's one of those nights.

Some nights you get mad at your husband for something stupid the second he walks in the door, and it turns into something long, drawn out and even stupider because you just can't move on even though you kind of already have. Then, sometimes, because of said "fight", you look at the clock and realize it is 7pm and you have not even thought about what to make for dinner. Then, it takes you another 30 minutes of very adult conversation (ha) to decide if you do or do not have food in the house, if you should or should not go out to eat, or if you should or should not just go to Trader Joe's to buy groceries since you have not done that yet this week (and it's Wednesday night...). Within said discussion, once it's decided to go to Trader Joe's you must then take an adequate amount of time deciding if you should drive and fend for parking in the same parking lot as Mellow Mushroom who coincidentally is selling all beers for 75 cents on the same night of this dinner fiasco (parking lot wars!), or walk and sweat and be forced to take a second shower for the day. Don't even get me started on then not knowing if you should wear your work clothes or change into something else, because you feel fat and ugly and uncomfortable no matter what you're wearing if you can't just be in your underwear.

So then.... sometimes.... you decide to go to Trader Joe's and buy all appropriate ingredients to make your own pizza. But when you leave, you see something super crazy happening in the sky and you don't even care about risking your cool factor by stopping and taking pictures of it in the over crowded parking lot. And then you get home and turn on something fun to watch and you make homemade gluten-free flour out of oatmeal and your husband shows off his pizza dough spinning skills from his first college job. And you don't even officially sit down to eat dinner until 9:04pm, and you think, "what the heck" and make a margarita as well because this once sour night has turned into something spontaneous and fun and you're with your favorite person. 

So, sometimes... you just have to eat dinner at 9pm on a work night and it doesn't mean you fail as wife- you're actually pretty awesome because you just fulfilled every man's inner little boy's vision of what a wife really is by having pizza and beer at 9:00 at night in front of the tv and being perfectly okay with it. Ah, the joys and perils of marriage.



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