MEN!!!

Why is it that whenever my husband loses something it is somehow my fault? I was woken up this morning @ 5 a.m. b/c Chris couldn't find his keys. HE said he left them on the counter in the kitchen and they weren't there. "What did the kids do w/ them!" he wanted to know. Now I ask you, how is this my problem? His keys, his problem, right? No, wrong. Somehow this has b/c my life. It is my responsibility to take care of all of these little things that go wrong in Chris' life and fix them, and if possible prevent them from happening again. So, being that I did not want to get up, I told him to take my van and I would find his keys later. Then @ 8:30 he called, "did you find my keys yet?" No, I hadn't. So, @ 9 I finally got out of bed and began my search for his keys on the kitchen counter where he said he left them. It was there, under a paper Reagan had brought home from school yesterday that I found them. He really looked hard didn't he. If he had spent as much time looking for them as he did asking me where they were he probably would have found them himself and saved us both the stress! Ugh, MEN!!!