I can’t remember the last time my wife had a solid night’s sleep. She spends hours stressing about work. I don’t understand the concern. She’s a kindergarten teacher; what’s there to worry about. If a child’s unable to finger-paint by the end of the year surely that’s not her fault; the kid’s obviously a little daft.
The movement of the bed woke me at about three o’clock this morning. I turned over to find wife wide awake. “Don’t worry,” I said. “It’s not as though they pay you enough to lose sleep.”
“Maybe,” my wife reluctantly agreed.
“And what difference does it make?” I added. “You lying here awake all night won’t change a thing.”
“You’re always going on about the ripple effect of my actions, and now you’re telling me they won’t change a thing,” she snapped. “Surely, by stressing myself grey instead of catching a good night’s rest, the entire future will be altered.”
I rolled over and went back to sleep.
The movement of the bed woke me at about three o’clock this morning. I turned over to find wife wide awake. “Don’t worry,” I said. “It’s not as though they pay you enough to lose sleep.”
“Maybe,” my wife reluctantly agreed.
“And what difference does it make?” I added. “You lying here awake all night won’t change a thing.”
“You’re always going on about the ripple effect of my actions, and now you’re telling me they won’t change a thing,” she snapped. “Surely, by stressing myself grey instead of catching a good night’s rest, the entire future will be altered.”
I rolled over and went back to sleep.