I love my husband and he's a great guy. But...there are days that I wonder if his mother dropped him on his head. I know we all have those days but OMG. And it's always little stuff that gets my dander up with him. He's off this week. Aside from homework he did for his class Monday, he hasn't done a single thing he intended on doing this week. He DID go to the store yesterday and got some meat....the only thing we needed. They had T-bones on sale so he picked up those and is grilling in 35 degree weather. He came to me a bit ago and asked if I would throw some potatoes in the oven to bake. (Note I said the OVEN) Sure, not a problem. I'll let you know when you can throw the steaks on so they will be done at the same time. Uh....well the steaks are already on the grill. Can you just make some instant? Grrrrrrr.......fine. difficult child is doing the dishes that he was supposed to do hours ago (of course.) and I asked him to wash a pan up for me to use. I went back into the other room for a couple of minutes and when I went back into the kitchen..... husband had the potatoes cooking. By cooking I mean that the milk/water was already boiling, the potatoes were dumped in and the fire was still on. No stirring at all. Just a big gloppy mess of potato flakes in boiling milk. GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR. Five words. READ. THE. IN STRUCT TIONS. I realize this is stupid and petty to whine about but geez.....where do they come up with this stuff?