On yet another wonderful day in my world, my VERY grumpy husband is stuck in traffic, on his way home after a pretty horrible day. Now, some people respond by just getting quiet, some have a beer when they get home. My husband, nope, none of the above. He complains. And complains. I know that venting is a valid way of dealing with stress, but it only usually works to make me grumpy as well, which usually ends up with a fight. I hate that. He can't be reasoned with, and I end up wanting to trade him in on a new model.
I was home today with another grumpy man in my life, Son. Last night he woke up at 2:45 and didn't go back to sleep until somewhere in the neighborhood of 4:30. He got up (finally) at 8:30 this morning and was clingy, whiney, and just not headed for a great day.
Oops, grumpy husband is home. Let the games begin!