Mr. J has been super-busy lately with working for the Family - plus the beautiful weather means people want to take those sailing lessons they've paid for already - plus that Hippie Music Festival is coming up and that means Mr. J is running around attending to every little detail because the Festival's guru (a very talented promoter and seeker of sponsorship dollars) is so unorganized as to the practicalities that he can't find his @$$ with two hands and a flashlight.
So Mr. J is working too hard, and it's making him short-tempered. That only underlines the fundamental truth of our relationship: I am married to a much nicer person than I am myself. When I am overworked and stressed and impatient, and I snap at Mr. J about things that aren't really his fault, he makes allowances. He's patient, and loving, and he doesn't snap back.
When he snaps at me (a far rarer occurrence), I snap back. And even then the real reason it doens't mature into a full-fledged fight about nothing is because he is usually smart enough to leave the room.
Every time I feel bad about it, and promise myself that I will do better in the future. And then I don't. Sigh.
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