Okay, so you know when a company tells you their rep will be there between 8AM and noon? Well, this company told me Antman (a/k/a exterminator) would be here between 8AM and 9 AM on a SATURDAY morning. I [stupidly] assume that meant closer to 9 and set my alarm for 7:30. I drag my behind out of bed and hear voices in the yard. I assume it's H talking to a neighbor. It's not. So, there I go, I'm off and running, picking up, putting away, stashing stuff, sorting laundry, dragging it down the stairs, dumping garbages, making beds, getting dressed, brushing hair and teeth, yelling at easy child and difficult child to get out of bed and clean their rooms (easy child decides to take a shower!), feeding the dogs, loading the dishwasher, you name it, I'm doing it. So, where is H in all this? On the patio in his sweats reading the paper and having his morning coffee, cool as a cucumber. The Antman and his sidekick are touring the exterior of our home as I'm running around and just as I open the front door, there they are. They tell me there is a leak under our bathroom sink and main floor bathtub. I call for H because this is his department and he says, loud enough for them to hear, "WHaAAAaaaaaAAAAT??" <insert eye roll> I left. I packed up the dogs, difficult child and I just split. You should have seen the look on H's face - incredulous, priceless. I told Antman to talk to H about anything he finds and just leave me a note on the table about what he sprayed, etc. He smiled that knowing smile that one who witnesses many marital discord can only smile and nods his okay. The last thing I heard H say was, "But I have to go to work...." This is the third time the Antman has been to our house this Spring - I hope it's the charm.