If we were operating on a three strikes system, DH would be out.
1) We dropped my car off in the morning for an oil change/tire rotation with the intent of getting it when I got off work. He said he wanted to get his hair cut before we went to pick up my car. DefConn took a nap on the couch yesterday, so he's wound up at this point. I'm thinking it's going to be like, 15 min. Nope, DH has to get the stupid MVP at SportClips, so we're there for almost an hour with no snacks or entertainment for DefConn. I don't mind that he gets the MVP, but he needs to do that shit on his own time.
2) He and I were cleaning out the car last night. He's such a perfectionist (with our 6 year old car that has kids in the backseat trashing it all the live long day) that he started wiping shit down that I'd already wiped down because it wasn't 'good enough'. I walked away at that point. Also, he got all nitpicky about our blinds not being all the way down in the living room or some such shit, and was all, "Help me out and do it this way." I gave him an earful about how he doesn't always respect my petty, nitpicky stuff, so I'll try. But since it doesn't bother me, I really don't care.
3) A pen exploded in his shorts Friday night. He tried to save them and in the process stained the top of the washer and the inside of the dryer. I told him to throw the shorts away and I would get him a new pair (they are $15 Union Bay shorts from Costco). I just tried to scrub the dryer with no luck. If my load in there gets stained, I will kill him.
Anyway, I just have to make to 11:30am with work tomorrow and it's time to GTFO.
On a good note, I made an order on Friday hoping it was enough time to get here before we leave. It was scheduled for delivery tomorrow. It was stuck in CA and they removed my arrival time with a 'TBD' yesterday, but I just checked my tracking and it's being delivered today. w00t!