I had a million ideas running through my head about what I should write about this week. That pretty much sums up my life lately though. There seems to be a million things going on around me at work, home and everywhere in between. Its been a little hard to catch my breath lately but I’m keeping my head above water – somehow.
I tried to write this post yesterday. I had meetings at work from 8:30 until 12:30. Then I fed Jellybean, came back to the office and had two more meetings. Finally it was time to head towards the home. I ran by the house, grabbed a check I'd been waiting on out of the mail box and hightailed it to the bank so I could avoid bouncing our account. I finally walked in the door at home around 5:45pm. Jellybean was starving so the first order of business was to feed him. Then he wanted to play. Between playing with him, feeding him, bathing and all that I was exhausted. It was definitely a Pizza night.
I mentioned that to hubby and I guess I was short when I said it. He asked what my problem was and I said - I'm tired and I'm in a bad mood because of it. Well if I talked to you that way you'd say I was being an ass. I am being a bitch. I admit it. I'm exhausted. I had a rough day. Then he kept picking at me even though he knew I wasn't in the mood for it.
I walked away and gave Jellybean his bath.
Then his nebulizer treatment.
Then I ate my pizza and went to bed.
Without actually getting in a fight with the hubby.
Sometimes the key to success in marriage is just knowing when to shut the F up. Last night was one of those nights.
I feel better today.
And I'm not even mad at him. Because I know I was the one who was a crabby pants last night. So there's no reason for me to be mad.
Damn, when did I learn to be mature?
This post is linked up with Shell as part of Pour Your Heart Out Wednesdays.