Saturday, July 25, 2009

My Own Therapist

I need to start by saying I love my husband. I am very blessed. He doesn't abuse alcohol or drugs. He works hard. He is the best father and husband.

OK. You get it. I love him. He's a good guy. Blah, blah, blah. So what's my problem with him? He has a problem with me. I wish he had a little more faith in me. Sometimes I think he thinks I'm an idiot.

On the morning Payton was euthanized he puked three times in the house. It was all in the same area. I had scrubbed the areas and planned to shampoo later. Well, later ended up being today.

I set everything up and away I went. Only the machine wasn't sucking up any of the water. So as I'm messing with it hubby is telling me what I'm doing wrong. What I'M doing wrong. He hasn't even read the instructions! He has never used the thing. He has never even SEEN me use it. Yet he knows what I'm doing wrong.

I reminded him that I have cleaned all the carpets in the house without his supervision. I could clean this area just fine.

As I typed that last sentence I realized why he irritated me so much. It had nothing to do with thinking I was an idiot. It was all about that one area.

I think hubby knew that the whole time. That's why he didn't put me in my place when I got bitchy. I guess I'll go apologize now. Damn, he really is a good guy.

The original title to this post was: I still have a brain you know

Humm. Reminds me of this quote:

When you realize you've made a mistake,
make amends immediately.
It's easier to eat crow while it's still warm.
~Dan Heist

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