Disclaimer: I love my husband I love my husband I love my husband. Deeply. Passionately. Especially when he’s being an uber-goober.
But then of course, there are the days that I slide out of bed at 6AM, groggily pad my way into the bathroom … and I notice that there is an empty tube of TP in the holster; and a brand new one sitting on the floor right beneath it. Alright … mildly annoying, but I can go ahead and put the TP on the roll ….
And then I step on the pile of wet towels from his shower. Kay. Not a big deal … I’ll hang them up. No one likes moldy smelling towels.
Then I notice at 6:30, that he still hasn’t gotten out of bed to walk the dog –and considering we’re both going to be gone for 8+ hours; it’s pretty imperative that she have a nice long walk. So I sigh and put the harness on Bristol, and take her out for a 1mi stroll. Not a big deal in the long run.
But then I get ready to leave for work, and I notice that husband has left the front door wide open. And my kitty is a Maguiver and can push open the storm door. At this point, I freak out and go running through the woods calling for Athena, who pops up out of a fern to put a chipmunk at my feet. Thanks, kitty (not bad for a declawed cat, eh?). Darn it, husband! The furry beasts are my kiddos; don’t lose ‘em!
I finally make it to work, open up our bank website to check things out … and I notice that husband has been buying lunch every single day, plus multiple stops to the gas station. What the heck do I bother buying lunch meat for, anyway? Never mind the fact that all these eating-out excursions = expensive when you’re doing it every day.
I really need a “bang head here” sign.
I love my husband.
But boy, this morning? Add all those things to the list of “DON’T DO IT”! Of course, I’m sure his list of Taryn-grievances are just as long.
Please tell me I’m not an awful wife and your husband has one or two things up his sleeve that you wish he just wouldn’t do.