It's night. Fuzzy and I are discussing the basement bathroom features. She says what she wants, I nod agreement. Discussion.
And I'm thinking. Weird day today.
I argued this morning with my son about what underwear he was going to put on. It was a lot more fun, if I recall correctly, when I could sit back and laugh at my sporty-Spice Sis-in-law about her daughter and their struggles with clothing.
A lot more fun.
And then this evening my wife calls (whilst out getting paint for the stairwell and bathroom downstairs) and I'm short with her. She calls me names.
It's not right.
And by "not right" I mean: I didn't recall asking to have arguments about boys' underwear and paint. Just wasn't part of the master plan. And by argument, I mean discussion, since I'm not the primary decision-maker on paint colors.
Which is good for all of us.
Posted by BilFish at May 3, 2006 09:22 PM