I’m crying. I’m doing the dishes and I’m crying. Stuart had been in a bit of a mood because I had hung my coat on a back of a chair when I came home from yoga and hadn’t managed to magically do the dishes before I consumed my dinner.
My crying instead of getting angry has been good for one thing because it has taken the wind out of his sails and what normally be an out and out row to the death has resulted in him trying to make me feel better.
“It’s like you’re looking for reasons to hate me,” I wailed.
“No I’m not. I’ve always had those reasons.”
I burst out laughing.
“What. Why are you laughing.”
I laugh harder.
“Are you having some sort of breakdown?”
September 22nd, 2008 at 8:31 pm
I’m neat she’s not. Within 24hours of you know who coming back from the US, She Thomas’d the entire apartment.
So I start to pick-up and someone got the ump!