When your reggae-loving husband is a stay-at-home dad

Corey was trying to explain to me his current domestic rut.

“You know that song, ‘Smoke Two Joints’? ‘I smoke two joints in the morning, I smoke two joints at night . . .’” Concerned I wouldn’t recognize the song in spite of the fact that his musical selections have created the soundtrack to our lives for the past 22 years, he added, “It’s on the Mallrats soundtrack.”

I smiled. “I know the song.”

“‘I smoke two joints before I smoke two joints, and then I smoke two more.’” He paused. “He smokes a lot of joints in that song. Anyway, that’s how I feel about my Groundhog Day existence and the current state of this house. The song keeps running through my head, but with different lyrics:
I do two loads of laundry, and then I do two more.
I do two loads of laundry, and then I sweep the floor.”