i don't know what it was saturday morning...maybe it's because the day started off on the wrong foot when i inadvertently woke the mrs an hour earlier than necessary. or perhaps it's that the weather's been crummy. or maybe it's like those periodic silences in a conversation that are supposed to happen every 11 minutes (?). i don't know what it was or why: all i know is that saturday, the mrs and i couldn't seem to communicate in any way without the other getting pissed off, over largely innocuous things.
we were getting up early and heading off to visit my parents, stay with my grandmother for the day, then spend the night there and head to her parents' house for my mother's-in-law retirement party.
(don't get me wrong, i love my folks, i even love her folks, but losing my entire weekend for family when it feels like pretty much my entire summer's been devoted to family or sometimes friends is a bit trying. i'm looking forward to this weekend, as we have no obligations and will steadfastly keep it that way.)
anyway: so the day starts off badly, and the mrs sets about baking some bread for which a dear friend was kind enough to send starter. that goes relatively smoothly and in a fit of productive insight, i pack the overnight bag and otherwise make myself useful. we have a little breakfast, clean the kitchen & run the dishwasher, make sure the cat's got food & water through sunday evening, and we're off.
owing to a communication problem, we arrive about 45 mins later than my mother wanted us to arrive, so the bad continues there. my grandmother's not having a good day and at various points doesn't recognize my wife or who she is. i run out on an errand that my father set for me (honestly, who needs 6 frigging bags of water softening salt?!), i talk briefly with grandma (the mrs can't as grandma has almost no english skills) when i can, and otherwise, it's a relatively placid day.
so i figure, "woo-hoo! the bad is gone!"
and that's when i learned just how stupid i can be sometimes. :>
my parents returned fully 2 hours earlier than we expected them. we'd finished cleaning the kitchen & putting things away. my mother observes that now that they're back, if we want, the mrs and i can go out.
having been bored for much of the day--since talking with grandma is sadly very frustrating the majority of the time--we decide to go out to a local bookstore.
now, i've been working on a plan to cut down on my smoking: i'm cutting my intake to half what it had been (to 5-6/day). once i'm stable at that point, i'm going to reduce it 1, and so on. i've been good about not smoking in the car since monday and honestly, i don't really miss it when driving anymore.
so we arrive at the bookstore and because of how frustrating the day's been, i tell her i'm having one more cigarette.
now, i understand she's been frustrated about my lack of progress at reducing my smoking. and i understand that she's disappointed b/c up until that point, i'd only had 4 on the day. and it had been going well up until that point.
so she objected. no, not objected--registered her disappointment. completely understandable, really.
but with the way the day'd been going and that we'd been barely communication outside of essential stuff (like what to do for dinner, etc), i just couldn't let that roll off my back.
yeah, it wasn't exactly one of my better moments.
it never ceases to amaze me how, when we're no longer in the situation, the right course of action is a whole lot more obvious. "hindsight is 20/20", though, isn't it?
we did eventually make up but it took over 90 minutes of losing ourselves in the bookstore to be able to talk.
the funny thing in all of this is that we rarely fight. if we have one/year, it's unusual. and this one was just a function of our being tired & cranky, i think.
sunday, incidentally, turned out to be a much better day. :>
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