Anywho, the hubster gets home and sees one of Alex's toys on the floor. He picks it up, puts it on the counter in the kitchen, and walks away. Inside my mind I heard a low "grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr" sound that threatened to come out of my mouth. Instead, I said "I just cleaned that off and you're going to put Alex's toy there?"
Well, I won't quote the hubster here and tell you what he said but I can tell you that it was kind of whiny. It was. Seriously.
I prodded a bit to find out what the prob was and it came out. "There's no room for our things. It's not your fault. Our home is just too small."
Can I tell you? The hubster has ALWAYS graciously acknowleged that living in our small living space must be difficult for me as a mom of 2. Trying to find room for the kids, let alone their toys can be quite a challenge sometimes. I do my best to find a home for everything. HOWEVER, I've never heard him admit that our home is too small let alone whine about it.
Oh, I wanted to bust a gut with MAD laughter while flashing lights illuminate the sign over my head that says, "This is what I've been trying to tell you!!!! DING DING DING"
Now, to be fair, there's very little we can do about this right now. Pair our mortgage with this bad economy and you've got one stuck family. I've been praying that God would send us an answer (if there is one) and trying to make due for now.
...It's just funny that it only took him 10 days of being home on vacation with a cold and nowhere to go to learn of what I deal with every single day.
Well, I guess you know the rest. We just need a tiny bit more room, please.