I was afraid of empty nest syndrome until I met Jase. 3 years of dating this man has transported me back to the toddlerhood of my sons.
This morning I had to wipe down the cover of the book I’m reading. It was covered in Jase’s late night snacks. Crusty almond butter and sticky jelly. My daily routine involves scraping substances off walls, sinks, floors and windows.
He regularly misplaces things:
“Jase, what are you doing?”
“Looking for my headlamp.”
“Well, the last time I saw you with it we were camping 3 weeks ago. Maybe you left it inside the tent.”
“I swear I took it out. I’m pretty sure I’ve used it since the trip”
He continues to look for the next few days, a trail of destruction in his wake. Eventually he sets up the tent in the living room:
“Honey! I found my headlamp, it was in the tent!”
No fucking shit sherlock……….