Not My Finest Moment

Phil dutifully reads this blog, so this post is two-fold: it is an extension of my apology (we made up last night) and still, my way of sharing how you, too, can succeed at being a mean wife! Okay, I'm kidding. While that is never my goal, I'm only human and sometimes I fall short.

Without going into detail, I had a craptastic less than ideal day yesterday. I had already begun to give Phil a synopsis of my day in the parking lot while leaving work, but by the time we got home, I was worked up all over again after having rehashed all of the day's low-points (Note to self: Seriously? SO unproductive, Ang). And here is where I share my secret on the fastest way to ruin an evening: pick a fight with your spouse---the spouse who had just spent an hour listening to your maniacal tirade--about the dumbest thing you can think of, raise your voice because it is the very thing that you abhor, slam things around in the kitchen and serve up dinner at almost 9:00pm.

Poor Phil. It took me ten minutes of quiet brooding before the fog lifted and I realized the error of my ways. I offered my heartfelt apology and fortunately, was forgiven. Married life. With me, it's grand! :)

{Thank you, Phil, for loving me even when I am being a bee-hatch.}