I was a total jerk tonight

We pretty much have a routine down.
At 4:45 Joel sends me a text letting me know when he's getting off work so I know when to start dinner.

I was making the meatballs when he texted

Our oldest grabs the phone.

Here's what the text said

I'm going to be late, I was the only one working in the back. I have one more order to prep. Should be about 45 minutes or so

Second text

I'll be on my way home.

Daddy it's Papa

What does it say

Here's what he told me.

He's on his way home.

So I start dinner thinking it will be ready when he gets home.

So dinner is done and he's not home. I got hungry kids, a mess in the kitchen and food that is getting cold.

I tell the kids to eat without him. Do I think to check my phone. Nope.

He gets home the boys are excited to see him. He hugs them.

Papa you smell like ham our youngest says

Papa your late we are without our you. Our oldest boy said

Didn't you get my text

Yeah I did I say

He looks a little surprised. Ok I'm going to take a shower.

Good because he smells the boys tease him.

Do I think to check my phone now. Nope. I'm mad, I feel like shit and I start cleaning up.

He shower, changes and comes back into the kitchen. I have his plate on the counter. I'm sure he's very confused.

I sent you the a text

I know I got it.

Maybe now would of been a good time to look at my phone but I don't.

He sits down to eat. Did you do something different with the meatballs.


I did I tried a new recipe I found. But no I just answer him with It's probably because they are cold.

I was just going to say they are good.

They would of been better warm.

What is wrong with you he asked I texted to let you know I was going to be late

I don't think I even listened to him.

Maybe now I should of checked the damn phone but no I just walk off to our room.

I don't think he ate much and we pretty much watched the home run durdy not talking to each other. The boys were excited and had fun watching the game. They were a little sad Bobby didn't take part this year.

After that he gave the boys a bath and got them to bed.

I get everything ready for the next day.

So are you going to tell me why you are so pissed off. He asked.

I'm standing there like a idiot mad because I thought he was going to be home a hour earlier and he's acting like it's not big deal.

He's standing there wondering why I'm pissed.

Ok I'm going to bed then.

I'm a f@cking idiot. I don't say anything and he leaves the room.

My head hurts so bad, my stomach is killing me and I'm so pissed off. I finally picked up my phone.

I see his text. The whole text.

I see the thumbs up response my oldest boy must have sent

Lesson learned next trust a 9 year old to read a text

I'm a idiot.