Did you know it is very hard and totally not healthy to have a screaming argument with your spouse at 4am in the morning?
Particularly when they are sick and still actively sleeping while you’re having the argument. The yelling at them silently in your head will only keep you awake and only raise your blood pressure. Yesterday morning, I was so mad with Husband, I had to leave the room to not fight with him and his sick snoring self. All of this stemming from the fact that I was sure he had not showered his feverish sweat covered body before bed like I’d requested he do several times. When I woke up at 3:30am to use the bathroom and spotted his towel on the hook, I made the assumption that he hadn’t showered and my brain exploded. The middle of the night is not a time for logical thought. And making assumptions while not wearing glasses is even worse. Eyes squinting and apparent right on my side, I launched myself into a fury that could not be squashed, as my sleeping Husband was not awake to fight with me. I lay there, fuming for hours before huffing myself out of bed only to get even pissier while unsuccessfully trying to nap on the couch. By the time Husband woke up, I was at five-alarm bitch. As soon as his foot hit the floor of the den, I launched my attack. And yes, as I screamed out “You didn’t shower after I asked you to do so repeatedly.” in response to his “How are you sweetie?” I realized that I not only sounded crazy, I actually was crazy. Brother thinks I go crazy in August. He might have a point. Husband did what any sane person would do in his situation and laughed in my face. That made things worse. I got madder. He laughed harder. Finally, after far too long, he admitted he had showered and had put his towel on the hook to mess with me. Ass. Now I was pissed he was being a Richard on purpose. This went on for most of the day; I was grumpy, bitchy and rude, Husband was amused. It was not an enjoyable day in the least. And then we tried to fix the blocked sewer pipe. I’m not sure if it was at the point my body was splayed across the ground, my arm up to its elbow in tree roots and shit… or if it was after, when I was standing in the shower for the second time trying to get the stench off me… but somewhere in there, I lost my mad. The thing is, it’s hard to keep your mad when it’s 80 degrees, your face is inches away from a stinky pipe and you’re working as a team to fix a basic need like being able to wash dishes without the water backing out the pipe all over the basement floor. My tiny hands were perfect for sliding into the poop filled tube and try to pull out the roots. Husband was the perfect person to cheer me on and then hold the watering can as I tried to clean off whatever. Together, we didn’t fix the plumbing problem but we did manage to fix my mad. Or it disappeared with the muck down the shower drain during my second and more hazardous waste like decontamination shower of the day. Either way, I liked Husband again and he was still amused by me. Win win. There really is no end to this story. As Husband would say, Angelina Jolie will play the part of me in the movie version. All I know is, getting mad at your spouse in the wee hours of the morning is not the best thing to do. But having to clean out a sewer drain is even worse. That and you might not want to shake either of my hands for a while.
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