((While Im teeth brushing and blow drying and diapering a anxious toddler (at the same time!) my DH comes in the door. He makes a flip comment about us not being ready, which causes a VERY pissy remark to FLY out of my mouth and he comes completely and unreasonably UN-corked on me! Looking me square in the eye he says to ME, You know, YOU are making this vacation truly horrible and NO one wants to be around you at all!!!!!! See, he has a VERY loud voice naturally so it ALWAYS sounds like hes yelling at me
but with this volume its twice as bad. WHAT?!? Whered THAT come from??? So he elaborates. Informs me. Loudly. That I was supposed to be ready to go when he got back. I MISSED the memo and I failed ESP(N)! He never COMMUNICATED this request to me and I was just supposed to KNOW. I was suddenly expected to be a morning person because we are on vacation. He enquired as to WHY it takes us 1 and a half hours to get ready???? It was nearing 9:00. I profusely and dramatically apologized for standing around for 1 and ½ hours picking my nose
which ticks him off even more! YOU ALWAYS HAVE TO HAVE THE LAST WORD, DONT YOU?????? fighting tears, Do you want me to answer that, or would that be me HOGGING the coveted last word again?! ((silence)))
We gathered all our stuff, double checked to see if we had all our room keys/dining cards and make a silent, huffy, pissy, trek to the busstop. Finally we make it and
WHERES RILEY!?? Dh raced back down the path towards our room. He couldnt find him! The MGM bus arrives and I call him on the cell to inform him the bus is here
did you find Riley? He did and is running back. So the rest of us HOP on the bus: fold up the stroller, carry Norah and the diaper bag/purse, Dallen takes the cooler and misty fans, and we begin to load just as DH and Riley get to the bus! WHEW? He had gotten lost. He had decided to walk slowly after watching his mama and daddy fighting
he was sad. He had headed towards the food court because we needed breakfast. I felt so bad for him. We NEVER should raise our voices to one another around our children. But I had felt soooo hurt and on the defense! Dr. Phil would have a field day with US!
By the time we reach MGM, feelings are soothed a little. But no apologies. There never is. We just pretend it never happened. Our method causes ulcers, by the way. And over-eating. Speaking of eating
we are hungry.
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