Mrs. Cannon goes away for the weekend for a ladies retreat. I stay home with the 4 kids. On Saturday morning half of us go grocery shopping, the other half clean house. Saturday afternoon we host a board game play date and have kids’ friends over for dinner. Saturday night, the kids and I have a movie night and my brothers-in-law comes over crashes on the couch - he needs help with his car and showed up a day early. Sunday morning I do all the work on his car (swapping out parts of his tiny crammed as fuck Japanese contortionist-designed intake) because it’s clear he is in over his head. I thought it was a great weekend - we took care of business, the kids helped out and got along, we did fun things together, I helped my BIL with his car. We ate healthy and made badass salads through out the weekend. Wife comes home, immediately starts complaining about random shit and goes into OCD floor cleaning mode. WTF.