I Almost Killed Him. Really. He Was Almost Dead.

This past weekend, the weather was horrible.  It was hot.  And Muggy.  You know how it gets when it is hard to breathe because they air is so heavy?  That was what it was like, and I hated every second of it.  Luckily, I was at my mom's Saturday, and except for a trip to Walmart and a little walk to settle my niece once the sun went down, we pretty much stayed inside.  Which was nice.  The girls were with me, and Ryan and Junior were off doing God know what for God knows who.

They were supposed to meet us at my mom's house for supper, but as usual, they were running late.  I finally got in touch with them around 8, and they were just finishing up working on a co-worker's car.  They were home, getting read to leave.  I told them to hurry, because the baby was sleeping (my mom was babysitting for the weekend) and I was ready to get home.

They finally show up, and we headed home.  On the way, we ran to Walmart so Junior could get something...I don't even remember what...so we didn't get home until after 10pm.  As we pulled into the driveway, I could see that my front door was standing wide open.

We don't have a screen door (one was supposed to be put on, but the maintenance guy hasn't gotten around to it yet) so my house was on display for the entire world.  All the lights were on, so I started freakin' out, thinking we had been robbed.  Junior told me and the kids to stay in the car while he checked it out.

Not a chance.

I went in with him, and we searched every room, and everything was as it should be.  Ryan's laptop was sitting on the end table right inside the door, so I knew if someone had broken in, that would have been gone.

So I turned and looked at my wonderful husband.

He says to me, "well, we were rushing, so we probably left it open".

This is where I almost killed him.  Not only did he leave our home vulnerable to whoever wanted to come in, but he let all the muggy, hot, disgusting weather into my house.  He could have ruined mine and Ryan's computers.  It took hours for me to cool the house back down, and even today I can still feel the mugginess in here.  But, like everything else, I can't stay mad for long, and I know he didn't do it on purpose.  But still.

He's a grown man.  He should know to shut (and LOCK) the front door when he leaves.

Men.  What can you do?