When I get mad at Chris for whatever crazy reason I come up with, 4 things usually happen.
- I wasp around, pretending not to be mad until I finally explode.
- I explain in various ways why I'm mad, usually not getting the real reason to roll off my tongue until much later in the
argumentconversation; he then gets frustrated that I'm even mad about it in the first place.
- We are silent for a short period of time, we continue to kiss and say I love you and try our hardest to pretend not to be mad, until we finally AREN'T mad anymore (being mad is no fun, it doesn't solve problems, and not kissing and loving on him just does not fit into my schedule).
- We talk about it.
The last argument we had, I literally had steam coming out of my ears. The culmination of many things led me to burst (see number 1, above). The next day, he went to work while the kids and I had a snow day. I cleaned the bedroom, vacuumed the house, folded sheets, washed dishes, climbed through 3 loads of his laundry, had dinner waiting on the table for him when he got home, and offered up a foot rub immediately afterward.
But I was ticked off. Why did I do all those things for him?
Being angry does not justify not showing love. He still worked hard all day, he still provided for our family, he still deserves to come home to a woman who loves him with all her heart - even if her mind is still slightly full of steam instead of paper hearts.