The wife is pissed off at the kids because she says that they moved her tools again, items she uses to strip cabinets for painting.
When she’s doing a house project, after she’s done for the day, does she put tools back in the garage? You can probably guess the answer and she just doesn’t get that kids play with shit. That’s just how they are.
So she goes out the door saying "I have to go to the fucking store to buy more fucking tools because those fucking kids can’t keep their god damned fucking hands off anything for two fucking days."
She leaves shit all over the house, screwdrivers, hammers, leaves extra screws in the bottom of open cabinets, having the delusional idea that the kids aren’t going to play with them because they should just intuitively know that it’s off limits.
What a fucking joke.
every waking moment is now going to be spent on getting the floors finished upstairs in time for the appraisal so that’s more time not interacting with the kids but there’s really nothing knew about any of this shit.
At what point do you say "fixing up the house is done and just live a normal life doing other things? I guess I’ll never really know the answer to that question.
Oh sure, I could say "You know you shouldn’t leave shit laying around" but she’d have some nice excuse for why it has to be her way and not anyone else’s.