An even bigger bitch than I give myself credit for.
I was putting the twins to bed, heard something crash in the kitchen, then heard my husband yell at the top of his lungs “God damn fuck, shit, fuck, fuck”. After both the twins were in a shirt lived sleep I walked out of the bedroom to ask the husband if he was ok. I found him sitting on the sofa looking like he was close to tears.
I asked what happened getting pretty concerned at this point.
“You’re going to be really mad, I spilled some of your milk”.
Now I am sad that the milk was spilt and that my husband thought I was going to be that upset.
Is this day over yet?