I was crabby as hell yesterday morning. Like really, really unpleasant and not at all nice to be around. You would be too if your 5 month old recently started waking up every hour on the hour to either cry for her pacifier or, even worse, just waking up and wanting to play and talking (yelling) very loudly for an hour at a time.
So, when we woke up late because I may have accidentally turned the alarm off, it just made things worse. I had a meeting scheduled at 8am and needed to prepare for it. I got up, ran into the bathroom and started to get ready. Ben did the same....but then 10 minutes later, he started to walk out the door.
Um, excuse me? A little help with the kid maybe?
As you can imagine, i was a bit pissy. He said something about having to leave for work. It was 6:45...Ben can show up really whenever he wants at the office. There is no 'set time' for him to HAVE to be there. I was less than thrilled that he basically woke up and ran out of the house, leaving me to get myself, the cats and the kid all fed, dressed, and out the door within less than an hour.
It so did not happen. Which made me even more angry.
I got home last night, much less crabby. As soon as I got into the house, Ben asked if I noticed my present out on the screen porch. WHAT?
I went and looked and there it was...something I had been asking to get for months...Firewood.
I was so excited. We can finally have a fire in our fireplace now!
Then he told me that is why he had to leave so early yesterday...because he had to be home early when the guy showed up to deliver the wood...but he wanted it to be a surprise so he couldn't tell me why he had to leave in the morning...
Ugh. Seriously, why is it that I always end up an ass whenever he's trying to be sweet?
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