Today whilst I was teaching a class on something techy and dreadfully boring (I tried to not make it boring) my husband was having a bad day. I didn’t know it at the time. He pretended like all was well when I called to see how his day was going.
See, he was on his first trip away for the new position he was promoted to recently. A new office was opened and he had to go train the new people. One of the new people crushed his hand in the lift gate of a straight truck. Crushed. He will need surgery to reconstruct his thumb. Crushed. He may be off work until Lil G gets here. Crushed.
It is hurting me just knowing how much pain he’s in.
Really, God? This is so not helping your case…