My first time writing something like this down, so I’ll do my best to get the good bits.
I just got off the last shit for the week at my new restaurant job. I worked brunch and got off about 3pm. On the walk home I called my wife (lets call her Katie) and suggested she take herself out and go shopping or something to get away from the kiddos for a few hours (we have 2 children under 5 y/o, and she spends the majority of the day making sure they don’t explode). After saying she doesn’t need any more clothes, she ends up deciding to go get the tattoo she has been thinking about for a while. We both have a few, and she really finds them to be very cathartic. Katie leaves in a green t-shirt and a cute pair of jean shorts that make her booty look great.
Cut to a few hours later, and she is back with a new tattoo and feeling pretty damn relaxed. We eat dinner delivered from a local Chinese place as I was super not in the mood to cook and she tells me to go relax while she gets the kids to bed. We live in a decent sized 1 bedroom (for the SF bay area) and we spend most of our time after kids sleep hanging out in our living room; watching movies, playing video games, and smoking pot.