After being around only Wrigglebot all day when Husband comes home I am ready to talk. And so I talk. I talk about what Wrigglebot ate, how many times I had to change his nappy, what telemarketers called and the weather, pretty much I talk about my day. I glance over at Husband and his eyes are glazed over, he isn’t hearing anything and then I realise, I am not even all that interested in what I am saying, in fact I am quite bored, my days are very similar and yet still I just want to talk. The other day I was in hysterics at how mundane my conversation was and yet there was nothing I could add to it to make it more interesting.

It isn’t that I find my life boring but when it’s broken down and put into words it definitely isn’t a Steven King page turner. And so for now I just live vicariously through Husband and plead with him to share all of the minute details of his day which in contrast to mine are fascinating.

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