We're Out of Gas...literally.
I took my two toddlers and my grandmother to the mall for the thanksgiving sale, and by the time I reached home with a pouty grandmother and sleeping kids there was no gas in the car. My husband with no job or money was heading out when I told him there was no gas in the car. I gave him my credit card and told him "gas only". He was outraged that I had such nerve, and told me I should have filled it up. I probably should have, but I was pretty frustrated after the day. He throws the keys and my credit card on the sofa and says "forget it, I'm not going anywhere". I grab the stuff and tell him I'm going to put gas in the car. He walks out to the poarch. I leave. When I get back he's fussing at me for being an irresponsible parent and leaving our sleeping children alone in the house while he was on the poarch. I was just trying to keep the peace and put gas in the car. We yell back and forth and he tells me how childish I was and I should be a better parent. I know I'm a damn good parent and the whole fight was nonsense. I would never intentionally leave my children in harms way and it ****** me off that he would even go there.