So Child #1 comes home every day & drops his backpack on the couch. No biggie. He does his homework & I usually move the backpack to the floor near the door. Captain Control (one of my husband's alternate personalities) comes home & decides that the child is being trained by yours truly to be a slob. Who's right? I'm stuck between a Rock (it's not big deal - just move the stupid thing) & a Hard Place (yes, it should be on the floor, but company's not coming over & it's really not a big deal).
My crime against humanity: a dropped backpack. Lamaze Breathing should be part of mandatory pre-marital counseling.