Well, my husband sometimes goes out and gives me Saturdays off to....wait for it....clean the house. What shits me though is that it takes him for EVER to leave.
He has putzed around here for about 3 hours this morning and has just left, and its 10.30am. He runs around really unorganized (I tell him he should organize himself the night before) asking me where my daughters hat is, and her swimming costume, and his sunglasses. By the time he leaves, my brain is absolutely frazzled and I dont feel like doing a thing.
Why cant he just get ready early and just GO!!! ↓
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