This is a major downside of working in Chilliwack three days a week: I have to leave Husband behind in Vancouver.  Where he insists on doing things like using the shower, sleeping in the bed, and drinking the milk.  So I go away, and the house is clean (or cleanish), and I come home, and it’s less clean, and less well stocked.  It’s still my job to clean it and shop for it, but now I don’t even have the fun of making part of the mess!

I am perhaps irrationally hostile about this.  I want to be the sole mess maker.  I don’t want to come home to someone else’s scunge and debris.   And he’s even pretty tidy - I’m the messy one.  Still. I feel like the apartment should be put on a shelf when I’m not here, stored as-is for my return.

Husband has been threatening to go to Vegas for a holiday for a couple of months now, and I wish he’d hurry up and go already so I can get my revenge by using the shower when he’s not here.  Esan, I’m looking at you!