Sunday afternoon, as I was searching Craigslist for free kitties (Diesel 10 Kansas Fox ran away/was kitty-napped/is currently living in a fluffy home with lots of kitty brothers and sisters in the sky; I don’t know which), Hubby walked over from the couch to where I was sitting, put his hand on the back of my chair and leaned in close. He wanted to take the kids to the pool, and was that alright?
We got the kids dressed, he got himself dressed, and before they headed out the door he asked if he could “take a night,” which is something we allot each other every once in a while. A night where one of us stays home with the kiddoes and the other goes out by him- or herself. And so Sunday afternoon he wanted to “take a night.”
My husband wanted to get away from me. I’ve been cranky the past few days and it’s frustrating. I don’t like being aware that I’m cranky and then not being able to snap out of it. Isn’t that what a grown-up does? We assess the problem, put on our big-girl panties, and deal with problems without snapping at people.
Before the husband, before the kids, I didn’t really think I got cranky like this. Maybe the pregnancies altered the hormones in my body, maybe it’s my body getting older. Or maybe it’s that I did get short with people, but because I was largely by myself as I got ready in the mornings and drove in the car and walked the grocery store aisles, I didn’t notice how ready I was to snap at someone I love when they paid for gas with cash instead of the debit card and messed-up my Dave Ramsey envelope plan.
When my reactions are bigger than me I am thankful I have a husband who doesn’t give in to my snippiness but instead takes our babies for an afternoon so that I can watch Stranger Than Fiction and eat 5-minute mug cake and not have the opportunity to snap at the people I love the most.
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Oh, girl. That’s when Doc tells me IIII need to take a night! He always sends me off and tells me to come back happier! LOL