My wife left for the beach this morning. She goes every year at around this time with a group of friends. It’s an opportunity for her to let her hair down without me and the kids around.
Usually, she likes to leave the house spotless, mostly because she can’t stand being away knowing she has a mess waiting for her when she gets back home.
This time, however, she didn’t.
After more than 20 years together, either I’m rubbing off on her or this is some kind of test I’m doomed to fail.