Happiness is often the result of being too busy to be miserable. I swear sometimes I wonder how I am dealing and emotionally surviving being a cab driver’s wife. At first I prepared myself for the early mornings and the fact that our time together was going to diminish to about three percent. But there are some days that it’s ridiculous  I never thought it would be  7:15pm, and he would be asleep for over half an hour. ASSLEEP!!!!!!!!!!! What kind of life is this? My landlord made a statement that made a lot of sense… He said and I quote “so much for married life huh”? What have our lives come to?

I know that he works, and that he is tired when he comes home, but an hour after he gets home and he is dead to the world. I realize that things have to be this way for a while, but really? I am not saying he should not get his sleep, but today I didn’t even get a kiss hello. What is that?