This is live blogging, right here.
See, DH got me all ‘grrrrrr’ and I did the only logical thing I could think of.
That, of course, being flinging the 4 pieces of folded kids clothing into the air and storming into our bedroom.
And coming to blog, of course.
So… how long do I stay in here? The dinner is more then ready in the stove (I can smell) and it involves breaded mozzarella sticks which have probably leaked all over and will drive him NUTS to have deal with.
I hate when things like this happen. Do you just go out like nothing happened? Go out and be gruff? Go out and have the “I’m still perturbed but I’ll force the nice” attitude?
Or do I just stay in here until it’s time for the kids to go to bed?
Which even I admit would be major overkill for the minor grrrr-ness.
Well, DH just offered to ‘disappear’ for awhile while I eat. Dang it, he’s going the sweet route.
Alright, fine, I’ll go out and almost be nice.
But he still needs to deal with the mozzarella sticks…