Yeah, in our world THIS is a fight
Mood:  cool
So, I've been cranky all weekend. I started my period, it's been hot, I have to sell my bug and drive a van everyday. You, know the usual stuff. One of the things that really chaps my hide is having to spend the weekend cleaning house. In the midst of this stuffy heat I had to go and do laundry, a chore I hate in normal circumstances, much less those that involve 90+ degree weather. N was finishing up the last of the homework for the last week of his last class, so he was busy doing all that `study' type stuff that he does. Yes, logically I know he's busy, but still somehow I reserved this tiny little kernel of resentment at having to do the laundry ALONE. Then the dishes... and you get the idea.

By Sunday afternoon I was pretty grumpy. As I said I think most of it is due to PMS. These hormones of mine tend to make mountains of molehills. N walked through the hall and commented on a job half finished by my daughter. He was pointing out the lax attitude of today's youth when it comes to work etc etc. Me, being cranky turned away, and shouted to my daughter "S, come in here and finish this up so I can stop being lectured."

Poor N looked as if he had been slapped. Probably because I have mentioned before that one of the biggest annoyances of my ex's was that he liked to lecture me. For HOURS! He walked away but I followed, a little contrite at this point. I assured him that I was joking. But his feelings were hurt. He did what any human does when their feelings are hurt, they snap back. HE then went on to vivisect me. No - I'm sorry that's too harsh. He just said some things that were, while truthful, were harsh. Basically just, "Fine, if that's the way you want it, I'll stop saying anything, and then this place will go to shit, and then.. and then..." He couldn't even think of what would happen next, but that was all it took. Of course this then PISSED ME off. So I went all dark and silent.

I say all this to illustrate how lucky I am and what a wonderful relationship I have. You see, I went all dark and silent. Because I hate confrontation and also because I'm one of those people who like to stay in control, and I figured why make a bad situation worse? N left the room and kept picking up various parts of the house while I put away my clothes in the bedroom. I then went on to pick up other things and put them in the appropriate places. This lead me to crossing paths with N. Each time He made sure to show an appropriate and increasing amount of affection. So that by the fifth time or so I was just standing in the middle of the room with his arms wrapped around me and his lips pressed against my forehead.

He rarely says `I'm sorry,' but that man always apologizes, and I love him with all my heart and soul.