Eating Life with a Big Spoon

[HaWho]

After we ate dinner in the kitchen, h went to the dining room table and was working on something there. I know he was out of the dorm room to temp read how mad I was about all that he said.

I squared my shoulders, walked right past him, went upstairs and was just so fed up. His comments were so unwarranted. I converted my room to a spa. I painted my nails a super cheerful red color.

I went into S13's room, told him the color was "Roulette Rush" and I asked what he thought. He said it really looked "Russian red." Then he told me politely that he had homework to do and in a Russian accent he asked me to go back to the Motherland, aka my room. LOL!! Love my kids' wit.

Anyway, I returned to the Motherland and up popped a text from h and I just groaned. I just want to be left alone. I think at this point my love language is: just don't project that I am your mother. (This should be added into the next edition of Chapman's book.)

H's text said he is sorry for the initial text (where he said I am a bad mom) and he did not mean to upset me. Then he said goodnight. I love how he only apologized for the "initial text." Guess that means he meant everything that followed.

I think this is, seriously, the third or fourth time he has apologized in the 18 years I have known him. I am waiting to cool off. Then I will accept the apology and say goodnight.

Really, I am surprised he noticed and cared that he upset me. He hasn't expressed concern about such things in a lonnnnng time.