I walked out of the bedroom today and started straightening the curtains in the living room. The Husband had his feet up on the sofa in the midst of his 15 minute evening break before his second job and says, "Are you going to turn that off?"
I say, "Yes, in a minute."
Well, here's the confession part. I knowingly then went to the sofa to sit with him instead of turning off the light. Why am I so devious? I can't control myself when it doesn't even really matter.
He turned it off when he left for work.