Forget about the second hand smoke. The stinky clothes that I have to wash everyday. The constant worries you have about your loved one’s health. The added expense of cigarettes; they cost $12/pack now and hubby promises that he will not stop smoking even if it reaches $1000/pack. The burns on my carpet and car seat (I am so killing hubby for that), and the disgusting ashtray sitting on my balcony.
No none of the above are as annoying as hearing ween elwla3a? (where is the lighter?) at least 5x a day, more on weekends. I mean seriously hubby is the one who lit the cigarette with it, why should I know where he put in when he wants to smoke again. Sometimes I get asked this question in the morning while I am in bed AFTER he has smoked his first morning cigarette. He has at least 7 lighters at home, few in the car some at work and still he manages to lose them all! I am going to get him one of those latches, like the one used for babies on the pacifier, to put around his neck with a lighter stuck to it.