Too Much Perfection?

As I've previously posted, DH was laid off in January. As a whole, I haven't minded having him home because he does manage to stay busy and out of my hair, which is how we both prefer it. However, he has been home this week and has begun pacing like a caged tiger. It drives me batshit because I am quite capable of making the most of alone time. Of which, I have had none this week. I need T-time to stay sane. Needless to say, I'm feeling rather insane at the moment.

And yes, I do blame him. Mostly. And mother nature, but I digress.

Anyways, I worked today while he was home with the wutz. After work I ran errands which included grocery shopping. As I shopped, my phone rang numerous times. Surprise, it was DH each and every time to make additions to my ten-mile long grocery list. Said additions forced me to criss-cross across the grocery store a half a dozen times at minimum. But I preservered and completely the grocery shopping.

Only to come home to an empty house. And a carload of groceries.

Where the f*ck were they?!? you ask. They were down at the pond skipping rocks. Ahhhhh, to have such a relaxing life.

Finally, the boys arrived and DH helped me unload the remaining two bags of groceries. Then he informed me he had decided to try his hand at cutting the wutz's hair.

Yes. Really.

I know, I know. I'm well aware that I could stop writing this blog here and now and every single one of you would know exactly what happened next. It is that f*cking obvious.

So yes, DH used the wrong sized blade guard and now my child looks like Mr. Clean's offspring.

And yes, we are leaving next week for a week long vacation to visit my brother and his family.

But no, I didn't kill DH. I wanted to, though. I really did. My arms were outstretched and my tensed fingers were poised to coil around his neck, but I gathered myself, breathed deeply, then went into the bedroom and shut the door and pretended I was single. If but for a minute.