Net Enough Chocolate, Not Enough Wine

It's been dark here in the House of Eris, despite the sunny days of summer. Summer camp is over and Mr. Man is now at home with my wife for the rest of the summer until school starts again. That's challenging enough without her having migraines. On Monday, the first day of no camp, I got calls at work with my wife in tears insisting Mr. Man was a horrible, selfish child. Mr. Man got on the phone to say that my wife was not listening and just yelling at him. Clearly, things were not going well. The first week of no camp is behind us and it can only get better - what with the moving and traveling ahead.

Yes, I, too, have fallen into the low pit of despair. My expectations for the remainder of this month are not high. If I live through it all, it will be a victory. My doctor says I need to improve my sleep hygiene - get a routine, drink chamomile tea, sleep 8-9 hours a night. Ha! Here's what the rest of August looks like:

• Work furiously during the day - all while my manager and I look at each other and mutter - "how the hell are we going to get all this done?"
• Pack furiously - we move to a new apartment on Friday. Yes, as in 5 days. I'm terrified. Why so soon you ask? Continue reading.
  
• Return to the hellmouth, uh, I mean go home to see the family. With Mr. Man - alone - for 5 1/2 hours in flight. Did I mention my family?
• Three days later be a single parent while my wife trains back in the Midwest.
• The day my wife returns, entertain one house guest (during a move) for 6 days. There may be another potential houseguest for an evening.
• Celebrate my wife's 36th birthday. Damn, we're getting old.
• Perhaps you've read of my wife's mood? It's been ugly here.
  

There's not enough of any comforting presence - cuddling, sex, chocolate, wine - to make it seem possible that I'll see the end of August.