I hate it when that happens

Don't you hate it when you silently complain about your husband's lack of attention to detail when he parks the truck right on the edge of the driveway so that you have to walk in the dew-covered grass and get your shoes wet and then he forgets to unlock the passenger side door when he knows that you have to put the carseat in there tonight and then you remember that he didn't go to work today and that you were the last one to drive the truck last night and park it on the edge of the driveway and leave the passenger door locked? Yeah, me too.