Nils has been in Chicago since Sunday morning, so we're done with day 3, with 3 more to go until he's home. I was talking to my friend the night before he left and said that I was fine with him going on trips for work, I just don't want to have to see pictures of the food he's eating or the cool, fun places he's going to. I want him to pretend like he's miserable and can't stand being away from me, even though I know he's not.
So he's been posting pictures on Facebook all week of the food he's been eating and the cool places he's going to.
He called me tonight and was telling me about the fancy restaurant he went to for dinner tonight, and I said something snotty like, "Gosh, I hope you take some more pictures of your food and post it", and he said, "I know you hate my joy", and I said, "I do hate your joy."
Listen. It's the first week of summer break, and I am far from in my groove. We're all in that post-school year haze, where we don't know what to do with ourselves for the next 2 1/2 months. Yesterday I got to take the kids with me to get emissions done and then to the DMV, if that gives you a flavor of what it's like around here. Totes awesome.
So, Nils (and husbands and fathers everywhere whose wives are indignant, like me). Maybe when you post pictures of your authentic Chicago deep dish pizza, you could caption it with something along the lines of, "I'm in Chicago eating this amazing pizza- but all I taste are my tears, since I miss my wife so much and can't enjoy anything without her."
I think I would really like that.
