I need one good reason to not kill my husband.  Please.

He twittered today that his Ipod was dying, so I chatted him back and asked how bad it was. He didn’t reply.  I said that if it was indeed dying, we’d go get him a new one.  He uses the thing all day at work, and it is more than 2 years old. It’s a justifyable expense.  Not what I was planning to use our “entertainment / household” budget category for this month, but okay.

I figured that I need a few things at the mall anyway, and I could certainly use to get out.  Lord knows I can’t do a mall trip by myself with both babies.

Several hours later, my darling husband calls me.  It turns out he already went out, leaving work, and bought a replacement.  A zune.  Considering what all he does with his Ipod, a Zune is not an appropriate replacement, but Mr. Know-it-all with a history of buying inapropriate MP3 players (you think I’m kidding) and having to replace them within 48 hours (again you think I’m kidding) is sure he did just fine.

Did I mention he used up an hour of comp time to do this?  One of his 8? With which we had already discussed that he was going to take a full day off and give me a hand?  Yeah.  One of those hours.

So now, I don’t get a mall trip (which I was actually looking forward to), he blew the budget on a non-returnable item which will not meet his needs, and I lost my day of having help.

Oh, and he called to tell me all this after Asher projectile-vomited 5 times in an hour.  Each time immediatly after I got him bathed, cleaned up, changed, and changed the blanket etc.  Seriously, I’d get everything all clean and nice, and 5 seconds later, erruption.

Oh, and Mr. Helpful has to work all weekend, after working all of last weekend, and two 12 hour days this week.  In addition to his normal 8+ hour days.

And it is supposed to snow.

Well, both kids are crying again. There goes my break for the day.