After some bickering because I had declared a strike against house chores because my kids didn’t do their share of the dishes and rather then making them do their chores she (my wife) did them and begun the long dreaded “I do everything around the house speech” the kids and I fear.
I made the grave mistake of hinting that I also do my share of the chore load. Had forgotten to explain to her why I was on strike, this opened pandoras box and all hell broke loose, I had the undivided attention of the creature we shall now call “angry wife”.
I sought refuge for the barage of verbal artillery I knew was coming my way… Thought it was smart to find a comfy position on our bed (lower back problem issues) and just ride through the bombardment.
She discovered me, I got into semi fetal position as I pretended to be fast as sleep and hope the predator’s attention would focus elsewhere… All I heard were different pitches and tones (no screaming) just a range of whispers to rather loud talking, bla bla bla the bombs kept dropping.
All silent and I heard it
YOU ARE JUST A HUGE GROWN MAN BOY AND A DIVA…
And I was KO
I now do the dishes if they get out of hand and warn the sweet wife to avoid and morph to angry wife moment that I’m trying to get the kids to do their share of the dishes.