Mr. Mom
Today, my wife had her wisdom teeth removed. She was fadirly nervous about the whole thing, though I assured her it’d be no big deal.
Turns out I was slightly wrong. See, my wife is… well, let’s just say she’s slightly over 30 so I don’t piss her off by telling everyone her age. As I’m sure you know, usually having them removed at a younger age makes things easier.
Half of them had curled roots, which made it a bit difficult to remove them. I’m not saying it was a huge ordeal or anything (I’ve heard some horror stories), all I’m saying is that if she’d had this done earlier, she probably wouldn’t be hurting as much right now.
Her being in pain means that I get to play mommy, something which usually doesn’t thrill my younger kids. I don’t think I’m quite as loving as she is. It’s a Dad thing, I guess.
I tell you what, though — it really makes me appreciate her. Sappy, I know, but it’s the truth. She does a HELL of a lot of work in one day. I mean, a day job is rough sometimes, too, but chasing the kids around the house, trying to keep the place semi-clean, and keeping them entertained is a BITCH!
I wonder how she has the energy to do ANYTHING at the end of the day. I mean, I only did this TODAY (well, I hope, anyhow), and I’m totally wiped.
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