Well as I was drinking my night time coffee.... I managed to lose my mind! I have 2 dozen eggs coming in to hatch. What was I thinking? I bought 12 silver laced Wyandotte eggs and 12 heritage Rhode Island Red eggs. My DW is going to kill me. The madness doesn't stop there.... My bator is full of duck eggs, so now I'm going to have to buy another incubator for these eggs coming.

Can't help.... I too have unsympathetic spouse problems. Dunno, maybe plead insanity?
Or you could try to head her off at the pass with a "I greatly appreciate the fact that you manage to put up with my poultry insanity! I love you!" say this while handing her whatever she really likes....maybe kisses and a very expensive bar of chocolate??