I have been somewhat a pain in the ass to live with this week.
What with worrying about my dad and his health and raging PMS hormones to boot, I have been a walking, talking pimple faced she devil.
Not pretty folks.
I even (unknowingly) picked a fight with hubs not once, not twice, but probably every freakin' day this week. Not huge fights, mind you, but fights like, "You loaded the dishwasher wrong!"
Never mind the fact that hubs was actually doing the dishes.
That fact, the big one, I could not see.
Instead, I picked at him about his time spent at camp with the basketball boys and his time spent at his 2nd job and his time away at golf.
And now that my hormones have calmed down and I am not so preoccupied with worries, I am riddled with guilt because I realize that I have been a shit.
I have been a shit. . .
and . . . the man still loves me
and brings me my coffeein the morning just the way I like it,
and takes me for chocolate peanut butter ice cream just because,
and plays with the kids in the pool so that I can read a book,
and he loves me.
I am such a lucky girl.
*****Linking to PYO with Shell.****************