I just got home from work. It is Friday, so I should be in a good mood. And I had been all day. Until I walked in the door and something changed.
Gary gets home before me on Fridays and we have been leaving the dog inside this weeks since it has been so cold out. I come around the side of the sofa and see a cord, half a cord and then I see just a plug. Our dog, Trudy, had chewed a phone charger and the cord for the lamp. Obviously I got flustered. Irritated. I just kept thinking "Seriously?!" Aghhhh! Why can't I have nice things?????? Gary looks up at me from the sofa and says whats the big deal, we will get a new cord. FINE...but that really isn't the point is it. The cord is not the issue. It is a problem that our dog chews things. And it is always "not a big deal" when it is my things. First was my Birkenstocks, then several pairs of underwear, then another pair of shoes, then a wicker chair that I bought at Pier One and obviously paid too much for, then the edges of my coffee table, its from a garage sale, but still not the point. And I am aggravated that my usually sweet, understanding boyfriend turned away from me, turned his back on me while I was having a mini-breakdown over a lamp cord.
Boiling point was reached when he said, "I am going to take a nap, your are being pretty awful"
Maybe I was, but I apologized, and I think I was justified in getting upset.
So, Gary is in bed napping....I am putting on my gym clothes and getting out of here. Had to sit down and calm down because really all I wanted to do was go directly to the store and grab some smokes.
I think I just need to walk it out. Sorry for the rant, and bringing my personal life into the blogs...just really needed to vent and calm down before I did something stupid and ruined a 7day quit.