Separate Toolboxes and other things

I know this sounds crazy but yes we actually have separate toolboxes. One is his and one is mine. The hubbs is not allowed to get into my toolbox without permission. We also have separate kitchen knife sets, separate yard tools and even separate drink glasses.

Why you ask? Well, let me explain the man (did you see the love just went out the window there?) seems to think it's ok to take my things and leave them where ever he last occupies the air mass of this earth.  I swear it's true! I have found tools laying everywhere including in the bathroom beside the toilet after he took a break and just laid it down.

Drinking glasses have been taken out of the house to only end up in under the seat of his car filled with mold, broken or worse they end up on a train at work going who knows where after that.

So, tell me does your hubbs take off with shit for it to never return to it's original home?  Hmm? Do you find kitchen knives that have bent to hell being used as some sort of weapon tool?  Tell me your experiences and let me know I am not alone in this one.

Freedom...

I am sitting here anxiously watching the minutes tick by on the clock (ok that doesn't really happen because all the clocks in my house are digital so in reality the minutes don't tick by because there is no second hand.  Does that mean I am showing my age? ~~SHRUG~~).  I am wondering what I am going to do for the next 2 weeks while the husband is in Salt Lake City.  12 days to be exact.  12 long days of either pining away or 12 short days of doing ANYTHING I want without explanation.

Things like eating cereal for dinner, eating cupcakes for breakfast (yes I have this one planned!  I found the most delicious looking gluten free vanilla cupcakes at Whole Paychecks today.) or maybe even sleeping all day until 20 minutes before having to pick up little people from school.  Better yet!  I can watch hour after hour of ANY reality TV show I want!~

I believe the 12 short days of doing anything I want will be my choice.  It's not that Charles is demanding or anything but I do have this feeling of guilt that washes over me at times when he comes in the door from work and he goes to cook dinner.  So, this past week I have cooked dinner almost every night and I know he was wondering what major event was happening while shoving platefuls of food down his throat.

Now, I am free.  Free to lay around, write, read, sleep or whatever I choose.  So, if you call and I don't answer no worries.  I am really here, alive, but more in a hibernation state of existence.  If you come by I hope you know the "secret" manner in which to get into the house when it's locked because I have to admit that I will not be dragging my lazy rear off the couch to unlock the door.

I am not asking nor expecting anyone to like, agree or do anything about this planned state of disgustingly delicious exit from the outer world.  I am merely reveling in the fact of the beauty of it all!

And right about the time that I realize I have gained my lost lbs back and I have watched reality TV until my eyeballs are popping out I will put everything back in order around the house and happily pick up my hubby from the airport!