Oh, and by the way, Husband's weekend? He left work early Friday afternoon to go have beers with his friend as planned. But then went out AGAIN Saturday night with the same friend for more beers. Two nights in a row! But wait, it gets worse. This friend, whose stricter wife is out of town with the kids this weekend, took him to a STRIP CLUB! I'd say "dragged" him to a strip club, except that anyone who knows my Husband knows how unlikely a scenario that is. Husband woke me up getting into bed well past 2:00 am, stinking of cigarette smoke, and drunk enough to have the hangover shakes this morning.
Did I complain? Are you kidding? No! That kinda stuff is currency, ladies! Serious currency. That is, if you've got the kind of husband who isn't going to actually do all that much at strip clubs other than ogle and drink, maybe get a lap dance and then come home to a few minutes on the internet when his wife is already in bed. Now ask me how many times I'll be sleeping in over this week-long trip to the mountains while Husband gets up with Bean. Go ahead, ask me. Heh.