One of the errands I wanted to accomplish today, was to get our passports from the vault. So, off I went to the bank, leaving behind a mound of laundry to fold. I had to do it this way, as there was no way I can be at the bank on time before it closed at 3:00 p.m. I really am not that comfortable leaving those clothes but it was the only recourse. That feeling of having to go back home and continue my unfinished business, which is folding the laundry was driving me nuts. Yeah, it’s just being silly; but I can’t help it. Now, had I been back home, this would not have been an issue. That’s why sometimes, I just want to tell my husband: “bring me home!!!!!!!!!” I’m being a baby here, but I can’t help it.