A classic conversation between Jon and I last weekend:
Me: Hey babe, do your pants need to be washed?
Me: Ok, can you go grab them for me?
Jon: Nah, they're good.
And yet, I still love being married to the (lazy) guy! ;-)
Jon left bright and early this morning for a "work" conference this week. Work being in quotes because, while he will do plenty of work and networking while he's there, he will also have more than his fair share of fun and drinking sprinkled in wherever and whenever he can.
I know, I know, I sound bitter. I'm not particularly crazy about the timing of the trip, since I've been Solo-Mom for the last two weeks while he heals from surgery, and am pretty worn out. But what can you do. Hopefully the time will fly by! Wish me luck. :)