And for the women who will read this thread.
When my wife left the house, I was on a step stool in the bathroom shower, trying to get things painted and buttoned back up so we can use it tomorrow AM, me especially since I have to go to work at 5. I was cussing, things aren't working out right, I'm already aggravated, and I need 14 more arms than I already have.
So by God, PLEASE, I BEG YOU, listen to me. I give you Power of Attorney to make an Executive Decision on my behalf for what I'm having for dinner tonight. We've been together 14 years. You know what I'll eat and what I won't. If the restaurants are out of everything and they're only serving dirt sandwiches, then by all means get me a dirt sandwich. But please don't call me and make me dig out my phone and answer because you don't know what I want to eat. I know you mean well, but seriously...just pick me out something. Please.
And yes I'm being cranky this time @Knight
100% can relate. Can be doing nothing at work for hours, no calls/texts. As soon as I’m fucking filthy, or in a predicament the phone starts going off.