on saturday, dh and i had the biggest fight of our lives (so far). that is kind of a BFD because dh and i hardly ever fight, and we both decided to just hit the nuclear option this time. by nuclear option, i mean yelling. like a lot of yelling.
remember this?
http://forums.theknot.com/Sites/theknot/Pages/Main.aspx/special-topic-wedding-boards_wedding-woes_weekend-17that's what the fight was about.
dh and i were getting ready to go out, and i got the baby ready and in the stroller, but i had not tightened the straps on the car seat. i was off getting myself ready, when dh wandered by. (he had spent the time getting himself ready, which i was annoyed about, because he sometimes then says, "how long will you take to get ready?" like it's my fault that i'm not ready but that is neither here nor there. well, it is, but one fight at a time).
dh has one hand on the kid and he says, "have you tightened the straps on the car seat?"
HOLY FLERKING SNIT. i lost it. "why the eff would you ask me that when it's something that you could just check yourself?" man, if i had a pen, it would be ALL up in his face.
dh: "i am just asking. calm down, chair ass."
so we silent treatment it all the way down to the car. i drive (<-- this is a terrible idea, btw).
in the car, we start to discuss what went wrong. i say that it drives me absolutely nuts that dh always asks me questions to things that he can know or find out what the answer is. dh says that he doesn't think it's a big deal and i am overreacting.
level
shouting: i say that it puts the onus on me to know every thing that he asks. he says that i am reading way too much into a question. i tell him that it's just lazy that he asks first, instead of putting any effort into finding out the answer. he disagrees and says that it's easier to ask.
level
screaming: i say it's easier for him, and that it makes me extremely aggravated. he says that it's not a big deal. then i tell him that when i say something bothers me and he tells me that it doesn't, he should really go &*$&*#&*# himself. actually he should GET OUT OF THE CAR,
@%*@*(#$&(*
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&+^@$&*(^!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! x forever first, and then go &*$&*#&*# himself
TWICE.
dh and i part ways to go run separate errands. i take the baby with me. when i go to take him out of the car, baby's face is all :-O so we got to add a page to the baby book: baby's first trauma.
dh and i meet up a little but later and we end up talking in normal tones. we promise to try to be more considerate of each other, not ask so many #*&*$&#! obvious questions and not try to drive over each other's feet.
oh, and saturday? that was dh's birthday! happy birthday, dh!
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