I made Fajitas last night. It’s really simple for me to do and is one of five meals where all the children (BS5, BD3 and SS15) don’t complain and eat everything on their plate. BD says it’s her favorite meal.

DW was away in her cross-fit so it was just me and the kids eating. SS was really hungry; hungrier than I have seen him in a long while. He polished off 3 fajita wraps and asked if there was more fajita bread. I just so happened to have bought an extra package but it was sitting on the kitchen counter. I didn’t want to open it in case we didn’t need it.

Actually I only dated a girl in my last year of high school and she was from another school.

Remember Vicky? SS's ex-girlfriend was cute, funny, sweet, and had a good head on her shoulders. I could not, for the life of my understand what she saw in SS.

Vicky called it quits back in January. At least that is when we think they broke up. DW checked her FB status one day and she was listed as "not in a relationship" anymore.

I used to hate business trips, even short ones as it would take me away from DW and family, leaving DW to shoulder most of the day-to-day burdens by herself. I would tell DW that on these days she should recruit SS to help her out, but SSis about as helpful as a milk bucket under a bull.

I knew this situation was going to get worse before it gets better. I didn’t think it would get this bad though.

DW and I got into another fight last night. That’s two fights in one week. A record for us. However this time the fight started over something rather innocuous.

Cereal.