So yesterday, the wife and I were napping at about 2 while the kids were asleep. We were awakened by a call, and I had to go downstairs to meet someone at the door. I came right back up, still in a daze, not thinking clearly (ok, not thinking at all). I think I was hazily staring at the TV when DearWife asks me the following question.
"Can I go scrapbook from 4-7? I'll be home to help put the kids to bed."It took me about 30 seconds to even understand what she said. "Scrapbooking? What day is this? Crap, where are the kids? Oh wait, they're asleep. Ok, now what did she ask? Oh, right."
"Sure, that's ok."
To DearWife, the delay in my response was a sure sign of inner turmoil. She knew I was thinking "Scrapbooking? After this weekend? Is she nuts? She needs to take care of me and the kids. She's so selfish!"
So she pressed me on it. I responded logically. "Hey, I said to go, so go. There's nothing else beyond that. I'm tired, I wasn't thinking straight, that's all."
Needless to say, that didn't cut it with the wife. It was only later that I realized what she was really asking me to say. The good news is that she ended up going scrapbooking, and the kids and I had a great time together.