Last night, I was snarky to my husband.
I only saw him for a few moments...and they were a bit "tense".
He pointed out my bad attitude.
I deflected. "I didn't mean to be harsh, why are you being so sensitive?"
We dropped it.
Well, apparently I didn't drop it...because I fought with him All. Night. Long.
Yep, my dreams convicted me. Vague arguments, hazy frustration, a night of yucky half-conscious emotion.
I woke up exhausted...and sad.
So my husband started this morning with a wife who cried and sniffled on his shoulder before he went to work. I felt disconnected. I needed things "fixed", but he had to go.
"This is horrible!" I said. "I had a bad attitude last night, and now I'm a splotchy mess of tears and emotion. You shouldn't have to go to work and think of THIS all day."
"Yep, " he replied, "I get to think of a hot mess all day long..." (I winced) "but since you are a HOT mess, I think I can handle it." *he winked*
And with that...everything was OK.
A man of few words...but he sure knows how to pick the right ones.