A day of rest

For the first time today, in 918 straight days, I had a day without work or chores. The last time I had a complete break was almost three years ago.

My son was still in diapers then.

Imagine waking up every morning for almost three years, knowing that there was going to be something to take care of that day, knowing that almost everything you did was either going to be taken away, or just messed up again. But if you're married, you don't have to imagine that; it's your life.

I used to get days like this twice a week: Sunday and Tuesday. Now, as a married man, I have to wait three years for a single chance, then it's back to the routine.

I can't wait for this to be over.