Winner, winner chicken dinner

Tonight I was at work late. Really late, actually. I took a 6:22 train. We had a really intense meeting at school that left me really frustrated and upset. Anyway. It wasn’t great to come home so late but...it happens. Anyway when I texted JJ that I was on that train, he responded, “you have a family at home. When you got out the chicken you indicated you were cooking tonight.” As if I didn’t know I have a family. As if he couldn’t cook the chicken or make something else or show any interest in me and when I was coming home earlier than 6:30 pm and he wants his chicken dinner. As if I didn’t pick up the kids, cook, set the table, clean up after dinner, unload the dishwasher, do some laundry, and put Merryn to bed last night while he sat watching his I-pad game.