Les and Lydia went to check the mail about 30 minutes ago.
They are not looking at the ducks at the lake behind our house.
They are not playing in the front yard.
Dinner is ready.
Lydia’s bedtime is in 4 minutes.
What in the heck are they doing?!
I’m about to eat without them…
Thirty minutes after Lydia’s bedtime, they arrive home.
Me: Where were you?
Dh: I told you. We were at the neighbor’s house.
Me: You did not tell me.
Dh: Yes, I did. You weren’t listening.
Me: I doubt that. *pause* Regardless, it’s 30 minutes past her bedtime and she hasn’t eaten dinner yet.
Dh: I thought you were enjoying the alone time.