Today was a crazy day. Nothing seemed to go my way. Not in the morning when I had to make an extra stop somewhere on my way to work and then got stuck in traffic behind an accident. Not at work, when my boss went on a tirade because nobody’d gotten much done over the last three days (none of us pointed out that it was because he had failed to detail the assignments he wanted us to do, and everything was missing pieces—which made them impossible to complete). I am not sure what else we could have done in that scenario, but he is the boss. There’s no arguing in that situation, or at least no arguing where you win.

Then I got home and the kids were crazy, which meant my wife was crazy. I swear it doesn’t matter how old they are, they are experts at driving that woman crazy. They weren’t in the door five minutes before one was complaining that she was hungry and the other one was pissed about her iPad not being charged (despite the fact that she’s the only one who uses it and is responsible for putting it on the charger). Dinner with those two sour pusses was like eating while trying to navigate a minefield. You had to be careful every time you opened your mouth or else one of them was likely to go off.

Don’t even get me started on the horror story that was homework.

The kids are now in their rooms behind closed doors. I don’t know if they are sleeping but they are quiet for the first time all day, which means they aren’t my problem right now. Thank goodness. The minute I heard those doors close, I handed my wife a cold beer and put on a podcast we both like called Blues Unlimited. The host of the show, Sleepy Boy Hawkins, does a great job as host. He talks just enough, and he’s got a lot of knowledge about different artists and songs. Even if my wife does claim he sounds like a muppet. I don’t know. I never really thought about it.

After a few beers, we danced around the living room to some really good recordings by Joe Bihari (courtesy of the podcast). My entire day disappeared. Yeah, I got stuck in traffic, but I usually don’t. I’m lucky that way. And who cared about my dumb boss? We’d be caught up on everything by tomorrow afternoon, now that he was back and available to fill us in on everything we needed. The kids are just kids; they’re going to be irritating sometimes. I had my beer, my wife, and some good music. I’m a simple guy, I guess. I really don’t need any more than that.