If I come home from running at 7:15 in the morning (after waking up at 5:45 by the way) to these words from my children's mouths ...
"We're hungry, We asked daddy to get us some food but he wouldn't!"
If I come home to those words and the sight of my husband lounging no more than 2 feet from them I think I'm going to completely FREAK out on my family (aka Steve).
