Dear My Wonderful Husband,
I am sorry I freaked out at you, called you, hung up on you, called you back, yelled at you and called you back pleading with you to let me apologize. I love you, I am sorry.
Your ever fateful, loving wife.
Yup, thats right, you got the gist of it, tonight I came home and I was bit less than pleasant. It started out ok, I got home and went to the fridge. After a late day at work, a long weekend, and a 45 minute traffic car ride that should have taken only 15 minutes I was psyched to get home and enjoy my left over Whole Foods pizza, TV and the blogs. Sounds pretty good right? So like I said all was going well until I opened the fridge and realized that my pizza was no where to be found, that's right, you guessed it - my husband, fairly innocently took the pizza, thinking that I had taken other pieces for lunch.
Now, instead of being cool, calm and collected about this, I chose to, like the big girl I am, throw a hissy fit. I pretty much acted as if I was five and did not get the pony I wanted on my birthday. I don't know how my husband puts up with me sometimes. This was not my best moment....
But after I calmed down and decided to get some food in me quick, life seemed a little more rationale. And after apologizing profusely, I began to think about where such an outburst might have come from. Hungry - check; tired - check; a little stressed - check; recouping from illness - check....Hmm seems to make sense now, huh? I have become pretty good at keeping myself, my needs and my emotions in check, but I guess somewhere in the last 24 hours they got the best of me and my poor husband got the brunt of it in the "Great Pizza Incident of 2011."
So I did what any girl would do and came graveling back. I am sorry again honey, I know you are living with a five year old sometimes, but I did do all the laundry this weekend, does that help...At these points I have learned, there is not much to do about the past except learn from it, apologize when needed, and move on.
Here is hoping tomorrow is a bit smoother.
Someone else please tell me I am not the only sometimes crazy 5 year old out there?!?