For instance, once he was gone for four days to a swap meet in Portland and he came home to find that my mother was going to move in. My father had died 6 months prior and I was worried about my mother. I figured it was easier to be worried about her when she was living in my garage, than having to run to her home a few miles away to check on her.
My mother has since moved back to her little home, so I don't know what he's complaining about. Our 2 1/2 years of residing with my mother resulted in a whole spare room in the garage I fondly refer to as "Pooh Corner"; this is the computer/craft/guest room I'm always talking about.
Another time when I decided to refresh our bedroom walls, I ripped down the wall paper and painted stripes on the wall. He was trying to convince me the nice seafoam blue base color was fine and it didn't need stripes, but then he left for a swap meet for four days. I made sure the stripes were finished before he got home, because then I left for a few days with my girlfriend and our kids to an indoor waterpark. I figured if the stripes weren't there before I left, he'd move all the stuff back into the room while I was gone.
It's bad enough when he's home and I decide to remodel the family room and next thing he knows we're buying flooring at Home Depot; that was right under his nose. I guess I can understand how he feels I could get into a lot of trouble when he's actually gone. But really, I have to stay somewhat responsible, I have children to deliver and pick up.
Five whole days is a lot of time to get into trouble. The one thing he can be assured of is there won't be any wild cleaning frenzy while he's gone. But I do think there is a recumbent bike in my future.
I do need to be careful. If I do something too radical, he may never leave again.