DH is stuck in traffic and tbh I am not looking forward to him getting home.
This is because I will be treated to a huge session of dramatic contrition, 'I'm so sorry I'm late. How did you manage? Was it terribly difficult for you without me?'
er, no, I'll just put the kids to bed and then make dinner. 
tbh I think it's a bit insulting really, this implication that if he's 20 minutes late my world falls apart! 