I'm super fucking busy right now. Wife knows this. I'm just rushing from one important thing to the next all day, every day. I have zero time for any bullshit whatsoever. Yesterday we were at my kid's psych appointment and I'm frantically typing work-related emails on my phone while we waited for the doctor. She looks over and tells me, "I need to tell you about a few things this week." I stop typing and look at her and tell her okay. She then proceeds to start telling me about a bunch of events, in great detail, like the end of school parties at my kids' schools, that I'm not going to, have no responsibility for and give no fucks about. Once I realized that every single thing she was telling me was utterly irrelevant to my life I could not help myself and made the "just get on with it" hand gesture. Rookie move. Frown. Tone. FML.