The most difficult times are on weekends, when she doesn't nap during the day. Somewhere in the shank of the evening, she usually gets irritated, but stubbornly refuses to admit that she is sleepy. I'm looking for a word here to describe her behavior in such circumstances. Yeah, that's it. At any rate, by the Sunday afternoon rolls around, I am so ready to go back to work.
Work is like a vacation, a walk in the park.
Sybil and I have begun to argue over it. I really need to work late tonight, honey. No, I need to work late. You wouldn't do that to me, would you. Oh, it's quite a scene.