Today as I was just doing our regular wipe downs, I go to put something away under dd's sink and find...TRASH!!
So I ask him WHY he put trash under dd's sink. He forgot. Seriously? You forgot that trash doesn't go under the sink??
So he takes it and storms off to the kitchen where our big trash can is.
I find the bag ON THE FUCKING FLOOR IN FRONT OF THE FUCKING TRASH CAN!!!
At what point is it permissible to get physical in a marriage? I'm ready to go, get me a pan.