You ate how much Butter!?!!

So my Tuesday begins and ends like this:
5:30 AM: I wake up, wash my face, start the coffee and get my 18 month old daughter up to take her to the sitters. By 6 am we are in the jeep and off for a 30-40 minute fight in rush-hour traffic. Drop her off and turn around and drive back home to get myself ready for work. The reason I drop her off first and not AFTER I get ready is because rush-hour around 7:30 am is a gridlock for hours. I would never make it on time. Anyhow, I proceed to work for 8 hours or so and then again travel the 40 minutes to the sitters and back home again. Upon my arrival home its very near 7pm. I realized we needed milk and bread. (Grill Cheese Sandwiches and soup for dinner.) So I drop our daughter off and head to the grocery store. I enter and exit quickly. I despise the grocery store. Upon my arrival home, I’m greeted eagerly from my daughter who just woke up and a well-rested boyfriend who slept and played video games all day.
I casually head into the kitchen. It’s only been seconds since walking into the kitchen when I realized dear hubby has rested on his butt all day while I worked. There is about 10 rotting egg shells in the sink, along with every dish we own dirty lying around in miscellaneous areas about the house. It’s upon this realization that I take the time to glance thru-out our house. Everything item of clothing he’s worn in the past 3 days since he’s been off are scattered about the house. There’s probably 10 sets of misc. dishes piled next to the couch and close to 100 Reese’s Peanut Butter Cup Miniature wrappers stomped into the nearly white carpet. My mood turns into a bad one. I retreat to the kitchen where I begin to slam cabinet doors and bang dishes around for 2 reasons: 1. To vent some frustration so I don’t go in and ring his neck, and 2. To casually convey to him how angry I am.
So I take out the necessary ingredients for an easy dinner. I pour 3 cans of soup into a pot on the stove. Pull out a skillet and peer into the fridge for butter. Hmmm… Butter? butter?? Where is the dang butter??? It’s all gone. Damn near a pound of butter vanished into thin air. My anger turns into rage as I try to calmly ask what in the world happened to the butter. His retort was a good one, but due to the previously mentioned rage I didn’t hear any of it. The only part I did hear was his Nutty suggestion of “spraying Pam on the bread” instead of butter. I almost freakin lost it. I tossed a look of disapproval and stomped off to find my purse amoung the piles of garbage and clothes. I slam the front door and I’m off to 4 nearby gas stations looking for even a stick of butter. No luck. My mother lives probably less than a mile away so I took this opportunity to go to her house, borrow some butter, and vent about my current “situation”.
Upon my arrival (3rd trip now) home I come inside to dear hubby trying viciously to pick up dishes and run them to the sink. I almost tried to explain how his last minute attempt at redeeming himself would not be successful, however, I just kept my mouth shut and finished dinner.
Whewwww…. That’s a load off.
Note to self: 1 lb of butter will NOT be a sufficient amount for 1 week.
Note to self 2: Make sure you have all ingredients for dinner before you let dear hubby cook because it should be noted that if missing an ingredient you could become victim to horrible substituion. Upon which you won’t realize until your deathly ill from food poisening.