My mom is coming tomorrow night to look after the girls while their day care is closed. The house is a disaster zone: toys everywhere, slight layer of dust on some shelves, bathrooms that need a quick wipe-down. Let's just say it was an extremely busy weekend, and the chores simply got pushed off. So I ask hubby what his work day is like today.
"Oh," he says. "I have a bit of stuff in the morning, but I should be home early-ish."
"Okay, great!" I begin. "Do you think maybe you could..." I start gesturing at the chaos.
"Yeah," he interrupts "if I get home early enough, I'm going to mow the lawn."
Cue jaw drop.
"Um... mom's coming. We need to tidy up the house." I say.
Cue his exaggerated sigh and eye roll.
Sorry, mister, I'm not going to do it all by myself again.