Every winter, at the Dabels, there is a war of wills.
If you will.
Every winter for the last 21 years this willful war gets waged and the wrangling for position between husband and wife begins. Despite my best efforts, and wow, have I put in my fair share of effort, I never walk away the victor of this recurring war. My personal arguments do change from year to year, but the man is nothing if not consistent.
2016:
Me: I have another bladder infection and I am really freaking cranky about it.
Him: You know I work outside, right?
2015:
Me: I just graduated from university and I cannot, for the life of me, find a job.
Him: You know I work outside, right?
2014:
Me: I have so much homework. I am drowning in papers and finals.
Him: You know I work outside, right?
2013:
Me: I have so much homework. I am drowning in papers and finals.
Him: You know I work outside, right?
2012
Me: University is hard, my brain is mush. Also, we have four kids and two foster kids and that's a lot of laundry and university is hard.
Him: You know I work outside, right?
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2005
Me: I am 8 months pregnant with a 10 pound baby and I have walking pneumonia.
Him: You know I work outside, right?
2002
Me: I am 8 months pregnant with an almost 10 pound baby and its hard to walk and bend and do things.
Him: You know I work outside, right?
1999
Me: I have a three month old baby and a toddler and the baby does. not. ever. sleep. Ever. I want to die from the tired.
Him: You know I work outside, right?
1997
Me: Look at our cute baby that I take care of 24 hours a day. I am a woman of sacrifice.
Him: You know I work outside, right?
1995
Me: I got the car stuck in 3 feet of snow and had to walk all the way home. It took, like, 13 minutes. It is freezing outside.
Him: You know I work outside, right?
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Okay, okay okay. We get it, Man. Your struggle is real. I just want to mention that it's cold outside, baby. Real cold-like. And my hands are chilled as I type. The chill is slowing me down.
Talk about a struggle.
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