But honestly, sometimes it just isn't worth it to leave town. Let me preface by saying I love my husband and child. Love them dearly. But upon my return, I wanted to smack the both of them.
Hubby lost my car keys while I was gone. Not only my car key, but the house key, key to my office, key to my mom and dad's house, all my shopper tags...thank goodness I had this weird ESP thing where I grabbed the pink Coach cupcake keychain off of them before I left. They have vanished. He can't find them. My guess is they are in the garbage, where he puts everything else. I called today, $200 to replace the key and remote entry thing. I'm emailing him and bitching at him for losing them and you know what he said to me? "You didn't even look for them in the house yesterday when you got home". I swear, the man has a death wish.
Tommy apparently can't find the laundry hamper when I am gone, so I had to pick up 3 days worth of clothes. The dog drags shoes and socks around the house, so when I walked inside down the hallway was shoe, flipflop, insole from shoe, sock, croc, sock, another shoe, etc. Please note that NONE of these were mine as I put my stuff where it belongs. Not them though, and then they wonder why they can't find their shoes when it's time to put them on.
I could go on and on, but I won't, mostly because my husband would probably divorce me if I complain about him too much on my blog. Not that he actually reads my blog. Case in point...guess who still has not had any tacos???? Tap tap tap...is this thing on?