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Fall in beautiful Prince George is finally here, and with changing of the leaves I welcome our new baby girl into the family, and somehow my wife has shrugged off writing her weekly column (with about a thousand other jobs) onto me.

Yes, this is the husband, William Kuklis, writing, as my lovely wife has decided that she needed to take some time off to focus on baby and trying to recover from what I can only describe as the shocking horror of childbirth.

So here I sit in front of the computer to make an attempt at covering her literary butt. I have a new baby diaper in one hand, trying to prevent our two year old boy from eating his third playing card with the other.

With my eyes barely open from the sleep I haven't been getting over the past week, I am trying to figure out how exactly Hamburger Helper is actually supposed to help this pile of frozen hamburger and write my wife's column at the same time. All of this occurring while my wife sits on the couch watching a depressing television program about the joys of motherhood. She is currently in a puddle of tears while attempting to make some sort of cabbage salad in her bra (this apparently has something to do with lactation and not dinner).

So here I sit, and all I am thinking to myself ("to myself" being the seemingly best option at this particular moment) is HOW DID THIS HAPPEN?

Megan has been writing this column for the last year gleefully poking fun at her rather handsome and charming husband being thrown from the "big city" into the joys of Prince George life. Now I am here with vomit on my shoulder, and dealing with the apparent mafia of newsprint breathing down MY neck to try and meet the submission deadline for this article.

This whole thing is incredibly unfair to me. I didn't ask for any of this abuse, I didn't stand up and say "please, hold me accountable for all of this responsibility". All I can say, good people of Prince George, is PLEASE HELP. Help me get through this nightmare. I don't know what I am doing, and anything that you can do to help me out would be greatly appreciated.

Seriously what's the story with this Hamburger Helper?