Prickly McMoodman

So I guess we had a fight last night and I didnt even realize it.  One minute everything was hunky-dorey and the next minute he's slamming doors and walking out the door.  Huh....  Uh, ok.  Seriously, I'm really good at picking up on his moody stuff but this was completely a surprise.  So he gets home around 9:30 pm (which is way past his bedtime btw) and goes straight into the bedroom and closes the door. I would have investigated sooner but I was tied up with my Stats project and had to get it done.  So by the time I go to bed, he's already asleep.  Thats pretty normal for us anyway. This morning my clock goes off at 5:50 am and I start to get up....and so does he.....uh, what the hell?  He never gets up on his days off. He's getting dressed and I'm like Are you going somewhere?  In a crabby voice he says, Go back to bed, I'll get up with Child #1.  I'm already up and I have school stuff I have to do....but thanks anyway.  Ugh. I HAVE to clear the air, him being Sulkenstein kills me.  OK, whats the matter?  We go round and round and he finally tells me.  I stood at the dishwasher while he was trying to put a cup in.  YEP, you heard right.  The mind boggles.  So anyway, we clear the air and now things are sorta ok.  It usually takes him a day to shake off his sulkiness.

I made omlettes this morning, because I'm such a good wife.  I swear I dont know how anyone could stay mad at me. Hehe.