Sometimes (though I actually think it’s very often) The Mister throws me random things out of nowhere with little to no context to the randomness. Spell this. What’s that. Why that. And on Sunday, it was who’s this? Irritation level was high, it was not a moment I was inclined towards patient coddling.
By the time we sorted out Aileen Vilson, he gave me a look that could have been him asking, “Why is she so testy?”
To me, it was his condescending that-was-such-a-simple-question-she-took-so-long-to-answer-it-look.
I managed to quell so much spikes of irritated rage in that 10 minutes, I felt proud I managed not to snap at him.
This is another one of my New Year’s resolution (I just decided). It’s to keep a handle on my temper and don’t let my emotions lash out at The Mister. He did say I’ve improved significantly from when we first got married. But I’m hoping that one day the memories of hurtful tongue-lashing habits at The Mister will be a distant memory, replaced with a legacy of even-tempered, gentle and measured countenance we can both give thanks for. Hopefully, he’ll get better at not aggravating me too. 😁