Snarky

I think my hormones are out of whack. Maybe I AM just a bitch. I don't know. What I do know is that I am very, very snarky. And who has to take the brunt of that? My poor hubby. Bless his heart. That is not the "he is so stupid" version, that is the "poor guy has to put up with her" form of "bless his heart".

This morning as I was telling him we need to get on the same page about some stuff, he tried to make a joke. Normally, that's how I deal with a stressful situation. I am all about relieving the tension with a little haha, but today did it ever back fire on him. Then as we were talking, he walked out the living room and into the bedroom. Are you walking away from me? No, he was doing what he does at that time of the morning- getting ready for work. He could still hear me. It's not like our house is huge. I started to throw a fit and he said, at my suggestion, "Walk with me while I get ready." Just calm, cool, and collected, like I wasn't a raving lunatic. I love him. I don't know how he deals with me sometimes, but he always has a smile on his face when he comes home.

I think it's spreading. Or at least it must be in the air. At the library the other day, dealing with an issue that I have been dealing with for a while, a new lady stepped into the middle of it. I knew it wasn't going to end well when she huffed at her co-worker who asked for help. I hate being huffed at, specially when I ask for help. She did that great big intake of breath, and that set me off. Then when she started in on me, I could have beat her ass down right there. I thought I was going to have to use my customer service speech about me being the customer, blah, blah, blah. But I just spoke louder, told my story, and made her shut up. She told me that when the big girl's card got to over $5, she wouldn't be able to use it. I said fine, I'll use somebody's else's. She could do whatever she needed to, but I wasn't paying the money twice. She eyeballed me like she was going to beat me at this one. Kiss this, lady, right here. We both have snarky attitudes, and your's certainly won't beat mine.

And my final example, believe it or not, is the pool. Am I rehashing all that again? Yeah, because it just gets better and better. We got to the point, we thought, that we were ready to start construction. We even bought the liner, and it was $25 cheaper than it was last year. That's always a bonus. Hubby's brother, the one we got the pool from, said to let him know when we were ready and he would come on over. I knew it was too good to be true. He didn't. "No, man, I'm just going to take it easy today." There I went. The language was horrendous when hubby told me that. It was all I could do not to drive the 35 minutes to BIL's house, drag him out of his house by his ear, and drag him back to my house. Then, when I calmed down, we looked up what we need to do to set this pool up. It is hours and hours of backbreaking work. We need the help. I just broke down on the back patio and cried and cried. Hubby brought me a cup of coffee and stroked my back, and let me cry it out. See what I mean about hubby being the best? I did manage to pull myself together enough to help him work on the hole and start the leveling process. And the saga continues.

I am just trying to figure out my issue, or issues as the case may be. I'm just trying to take a breath and calm down. I'm just trying not to show my snarky to too many more people. Good luck with that.