A word from Mrs. Cranky Happy
This is Mrs. Happy, and I made a big mistake today. As part of the process of making up for it, I saw it fit to let Curt’s entire blogdom know how imperfect his wife can be. Hopefully it will turn into a healthy bit of marital education to others as well.
I like to snooze…I'm not talking simply about sleep, but serious, hit-the-snooze-button-at-least-four-times hard-core snoozing. I'm also a very heavy sleeper, so it takes me a few minutes to understand that the noise coming from the alarm clock is not a dream. Curt, on the other hand, becomes semi-conscious at the sound of a pin drop, and quickly shuts off the annoying alarm by hitting the snooze. This morning, he hit the snooze several times so quickly that I never had a chance to actually wake up and realize what was happening, and by the time Curt told me what time it was, I had just barely woken up, only to realize that I had precious little time to get ready for work. Did I mention also that I am horrifically cranky in the morning? To make a rushed and frustrating story even shorter, my evil, pre-coffee madness was at an all-time high this morning, and I left the house with some harsh words, and in a less than affectionate "Mrs. Happy" state. By the time I got my coffee and finished my commute, I hadn't given it a second thought. By the time I got home, it was as if nothing negative (between Curt and me) had ever transpired at all. Meanwhile, Curt had had a rotten day all day long because his feelings were hurt, and I had no idea. I guess part of me thought that he should have learned by now that I am not myself (or a semblance of any other pleasant person) in the mornings, and should have taken this morning with a grain of salt. Then I realized that our rule about never going to bed angry should also apply to leaving the house. We should never part company without some combination of the following: a hug, a kiss, and a sincere "I love you."
