H called at 5:45 to say he would be at our house at 6:05, tonight (as always on Wed.) is my night class which starts at SIX...
He was complaining about traffic, stupid drivers, etc. etc.
I validated, said all you can do is all you can do, get here when you can, it will be fine, etc. Really, it is not good to be late to a class that only meets once a week, but I decided it wasn't worth getting angry over. That wouldn't get him home any faster or make my night any more enjoyable.
I have to ask, is that me being understanding/loving, or me being a wimp? Had the shoe been on the other foot I am sure he would have been pi$$ed.
He admitted at Retro that being late to things makes him crazy and when we rush around like maniacs to get to church on time, he gets so mad and would rather not go to church than to go late...
Truth is, I guess, I am NOT mad. I don't really care. Crap happens, he was late. I wonder if he is at all surprised that I DIDN'T make a big deal about it...
OH well, time to pay attention to the extremely boring presentation by a girl who seems to be struggling to read the sentences SHE wrote on the outline...
