The husband has his guitars and electronics spread out all over the kitchen. I went to sit down in the family room, but the sofa in there was filled with his stuff, too. And he was testing a sound system and decided to leave Captain Fantastic and the Brown Dirt Cowboy blasting through the house. I went to the garage to escape it, but his stuff is in my chair out there, too. On my way back inside, I noticed a dangling plug in the laundry room because he had unplugged the washing machine to use the outlet for something. I asked him to turn down the music and I went to find a place to sit down in the living room and watch TV. Of course, the place I found to sit had the husband's work light blasting me in the eyeballs through the kitchen pass-through. I turned on the TV just as my daughter turned on the vacuum cleaner (I'm NOT griping about that one).

"Mommy, are you irritated? You look irritated."

"Yes, I guess I am."

"You get irritated easy."

Uh... Right. Easy and over nothing at all.