After a weekend off drinking, it was back to work and back to the bottle. I had made some bean tostadas and I deliberately gave her a small one because I knew she would probably be drinking and not want to eat. And she didn’t. She ate a little dinner and then picked at it complaining that it was to much.
Then she started to talk to me and I could tell right away that she was drinking. She looks at me and says that the highway had been backed up so she took an earlier exit and that makes her drive by a machine shop. This one has a help wanted sign out front. I have been there in person twice and emailed them my resume a couple of times. They apparently are not interested in hiring me. But that doesn’t stop my wife from nagging me about it. “Why do they still have the sign up?” How do I know? My best guess is either they did not like the looks of me or they are looking for something specific experience wise and I am not it. I am not the only machinist out of work and I am sure others have applied and they haven’t hired them, either. So I think they are picky and feel they can afford to wait. In any case, I have applied there four times and I don’t plan to run back there any time soon again. But now my drunk wife is nagging at me about it and I tell her that I am not going back there. It is humiliating to keep going to an interview at the same place for the same job and keep getting shot down over it. This pisses my wife off no end and I walk away rather then argue about it any more.
She decides to go drink and dial. It gets me off the hook, but I can only feel sorry for whomever she is talking to on the phone. Of course, they probably just think she is funny. They don’t get to deal with the aftermath and they don’t have to do it in person.
I put the kids to bed and decide I am tired and try to read. My wife come in from her smoking lounge and starts asking me if I talked to the doctor about our son’s heart. He has an aortic mitral valve leakage. The doctor doesn’t seem to concerned other then that we should keep an eye on it and have an echo cardiogram every year. But my wife is going nuts. She is making herself crazy with worry about his heart. Since it isn’t perfect and it is his heart, she just has to make herself crazy with worry about it. But not most of the time, just when she is drunk. I try to tell her it is a minor problem, no one seems to be concerned and she just keeps going ballistic on me. I try to calm her down. No good. I try to sympathize with her and gently talk her down from being crazed about it. She starts in on me for not caring. Not true, I do care, but I don’t go crazy over something that doesn’t appear to be serious. This goes on for an hour or so and I finally tell her I am not going to talk to her about this any more. Not while she is drunk. She gets really pissed and stomps off to her smoking lounge. I try to sleep.
She keeps banging around. She goes upstairs and comes down and starts yelling my name. I think she has fallen down the stairs, but she just asks me if I know that her mother left the oven on. I told her she didn’t leave it on, she is running the cleaning cycle. My wife says something to the effect that if she had a house, then she would know about cleaning cycles on the oven. Thanks for that little dig, honey. I try to go to sleep. She finally comes to bed, but now she is thrashing around and blowing her nose loudly and often. She keeps trying to pull all the covers over onto her. Finally she settles down and I can go to sleep, too.
