A while ago I had a cry because when things go wrong (at home) I’m made to feel like it’s my fault. Okay, so many things are my fault. Like when I’d made a great dinner and done all the dishes and everything was great, then the next morning I made us miss our train because I tried to transfer music to my iPod and it wasn’t working/took too long. That one was my fault.
Last night I made an okay dinner, hubby was tired (actually fell asleep in front of the TV, very uncharacteristic) so I packed up the dinner stuff and his computer. I did some things that I wanted to do and went to bed. Then this morning I woke up a little grumpy because I’d had active dreams (they make me tired) and hubby had be hitting and elbowing me in his sleep. I had a shower, got dressed, had breakfast, cleaned my teeth… I took an extra minute here and there because hubby was parked in front of his computer, breakfast bowl empty beside him, probably hasn’t brushed his teeth in 36 hours; it was several minutes after we usually try to leave for that train so assumed we were getting the next one. Then he shut his computer, and said, “Ready to go?” I wasn’t really, but I managed to pull my things together. We rushed to the station and caught the train.
When we were on the train I was slightly miffed at how the morning played out and when asked what was wrong I was honest. It’s just rude to act annoyed and claim that there’s nothing wrong. It wasn’t a big deal, but why should I bottle those sorts of things up, surely it’s better just to put it out there and then get over it. Apparently not because the response was, “I was waiting for you.” and I got an annoyed/disappointed/knowing look. I’m nearly over the events of the morning that originally annoyed me but now I am right pissed off because everything is not my bloody fault! 😥
Update: I think I’m over it.
