The Mrs. is going out of the country for work for a couple of weeks. We have a plan in place in which I'll get home around 5:15, after working my 12 hour shift, and we can leave the house by 6 for the drive to Houston to stay in a hotel so she can fly out in the morning.
I get home, shit, shower, shave and get dressed and am standing at the door at 6:00pm. I also took out the upstairs trash, fed her cats, gave the dog food and fresh water and loaded the car.
Her? She left work 3 hours early to pack and we leave 40 minutes late.
Not a big deal. Whatever.
Stop for a quick bite and I let her drive while I navigate as I'm starting to get sleepy and we are only 30 minutes from the hotel anyway. We're 4 minutes out when she tells me that I need to close the navigation app and look for her booking app so we call find the hotel as she actually navigated us to the airport, instead of the hotel. Started to get pissed but i don't say a word. Start digging through her app looking for the hotel reservation.
Can't find it.
She tells me to look in another app. Still no hotel.
Finally I close her shit out and pull out my phone. Find the hotel address in seconds and gets us back on track after having her bust a u-turn.
We pull into the parking so she can spend 10 minutes rifling through her bags for her "special" brush. Whatever the fuck that is. Finds brush seems head inside.
Anyone care to guess what happens when we get to the counter?
You guessed it. No fucking reservation!
Fuck my life.
Edit: Oh and she still has yet to check into her flight. Smh