
Your post brought back memories. I went without a bike when my daughters were small for 2+ years. I was working on the house on my day off from work, I worked 10+ hours everyday. I had some money put away from doing as much work on our house as I could. The wife came out and had a list of "things" it just hit wrong at the wrong time. I looked at her and said I am going to buy another motorcycle. The next week I found a used '83 Yamaha Vision and put a smile back on my face.I am frustrated today. I am finding that discussions with my SO mostly consist of a giant list of shit that needs to get done. I get it. I work full time and we own property, which means I should be working myself to death 24/7. But come the fuck on, can't we at least pretend there are other things in life?
Every conversation: "Hey honey, what are you doing" as I get up from my desk for the first time since 8.
"Good, I got hay, but before you unload it you need to move that pile of pallets from when you tore apart the barn last week to deal with the gopher and squirrels. Also, there is a big bag full of old fly traps for you. And then maybe you can weed-whack. Oh and that chicken coop, is it done yet?"
By this point, I have walked away because I still have half a day of work left and now I am twice as stressed. It sucks. Ih aven't ridden a moto in almost two years. I am lucky if I get one or two mtn bike rides in a week (an hour each). I've given up on having friends, or fun. Now I am merely waiting to die.

Playoff beards are tradition.Thinking % of beards per sport.
Fucking hockey. No doubt.
I am frustrated today. I am finding that discussions with my SO mostly consist of a giant list of shit that needs to get done. I get it. I work full time and we own property, which means I should be working myself to death 24/7. But come the fuck on, can't we at least pretend there are other things in life?
Every conversation: "Hey honey, what are you doing" as I get up from my desk for the first time since 8.
"Good, I got hay, but before you unload it you need to move that pile of pallets from when you tore apart the barn last week to deal with the gopher and squirrels. Also, there is a big bag full of old fly traps for you. And then maybe you can weed-whack. Oh and that chicken coop, is it done yet?"
By this point, I have walked away because I still have half a day of work left and now I am twice as stressed. It sucks. Ih aven't ridden a moto in almost two years. I am lucky if I get one or two mtn bike rides in a week (an hour each). I've given up on having friends, or fun. Now I am merely waiting to die.
I read a lot of the new threads and notice a lot of selective responses rather than who pictures.
