Photo credit: Tina
Yesterday, I had made a plan for the day.
A nearly perfect plan.
According to myself, at least, that was.
In the morning, my spouse decided otherwise.
I was pissed.
And caved in.
What else can a husband do?
As a result, three people – amongst whom a 20 month old boy – had to make an inconvenient one hour and a half car drive to pick up two documents, which in itself took only about ten minutes on the spot.
Instead of relaxing on the train, reading, listening to music or a podcast with my earphones in, while sipping from the coffee I bought at the railway station, I was now driving on one of the most frequently congested road stretches in Belgium.
In the evening, she still made me eat kiwi.
So let me ask you: Where does the love come from?