MrZ drove yesterday when we went south to take LilZ to camp. He picked me up at my office, and we took HIS car because it has air conditioning. My car? Stayed at my office. As we were pulling into our parking lot of the apartment complex last night, I said “Shit. My Car.” We had made it all the way home and had NOT gotten my car. We decided he would just take me to work this morning rather than drive out to the other side of town when we were already beat.
Well, when I was going to bed, we had one of those Big Annoying Almost Fights when discussing when we would leave in the morning. MrZ leaves at 5:45 normally. I leave at 6:30. He didnt want to leave later than he normally does, because then he has to work later. I, on the other hand, have to work until 4pm no matter WHAT time I get there, so I did not want to get there early.
So – I got annoyed and bitchy – like I tend to do. MrZ was pretty much telling ME to decide. Of course, I said things like “YOU decide because If I decide, we’ll leave at 6:30 and then YOU’LL be in a foul mood all day, and that’s NOT fair to ME.” I mean…Does that even make any sense? What point was I trying to make?
Another winner I used was “I mean, if leaving at 5:45 is what will keep you from getting pissed off, then we’ll leave then. But that is NOT FAIR TO ME.”
I’m am really good at making HUGE deals out of NOTHING.
Why did I not just say “Thanks for letting me decide, Hon. I’d like to leave at 6:30 as usual, Thanks!”. Nope. Being married to me is never that easy.
Funny thing is? I dont even remember what I/We decided on, His time, My time, or a Compromise Time. But here it is, 6am, and MrZ is just now in the shower. Heh. We’re both Late.
Yep, we did the whole Turn Off The Alarm, or Sleep Through The Alarm, or The Alarm Didnt Go Off thing this morning. Not sure who is responsible, but we slept until 5:45. And hour later than usual. Which means, we wont me leaving at My Time, His Time, or Compromise Time. We’ll be leaving at LATE TIME.
Its like the Universe is reminding me how silly our stupid fight was. I mean, really, is it all that important? No. Especially now, when we are going to be late anyway. Heh. I love a smart-ass universe. It makes me giggle.
But the whole Getting Out New Toilet Paper But Not Putting It On The Roll Argument? That is a worthwhile argument. That shit pisses me off.