Friday.
I went out garage sale shopping and found great stuff! Tons of toys for the kids. Material to finally fix their playroom. Things for the husband. Nothing for myself.
When I got back, I made lunch and we ate.
After lunch, I figured I'd take a little nap before the husband went to work. I told him what he was taking for dinner and all he had to do was pack it.
About 15 mins into my nap, there's yelling from the husband upstairs and the kids are crying.
"What's going on?" I asked.
Nothing.
The kids stop crying and I go back to my nap.
1pm.
The husband stomps down the stairs, the kids behind him. Jiena is brushing her teeth.
"I told you not to brush your teeth right now!" says the husband. "No one is gonna be able to help you clean up" (As though I weren't just a few feet away.)
"Daddy, I done!"
Husband stomps up the stairs with Jiena, LOUDLY in his work boots.
"OMG, Eddie!" I say. "Stop stomping!"
"SHUT UP!!!"
Stomps back down. Goes out the through the back. Slams the door shut.
...
I guess I shouldn't have taken a nap...
I KNOW I should not be mad because I really haven't done anything wrong except take a nap, but it just fumes me that he would speak to me in that kind of manner. And it's not the first time either. NEVER, I mean NEVER have I EVER spoken to him in that fashion. Even when I'm pissed off at the whole dang world. Everytime I talk to him about it, he doesn't see what's wrong. He's even told me he's not able to see things from MY point of view.
It's been over 24 hours now and he still hasn't spoken to me. Nor I to him.
What the hell did I do?
I know I should've taken his hand in mine and given him a HUGE hug, but my pride is hurt that he yelled at me.
My pride wants to slug him hard in the face.
