H and I got into a really stupid-ass fight last night. He wasn’t home 5 minutes and we were screaming at each other. The kids and I had been having a nice evening together. I asked him why he bothered to come home at all. Then he left. S was in the shower so he didn’t hear it, but D – she heard it and got upset. I held D and told her that it was ok. Daddy and I love each other very much. We were just misunderstanding each other and were frustrated. H came home after I texted him a couple of times to come home for the kids if not for me.  We didn’t speak the rest of the night but we took care of the kids. I snuggled each of them to sleep. I didn’t sleep well. I don’t know if he did or not. But I woke him up this morning and apologized for what I said.  He did too. I love him. He loves me. Life is good.

And the fight was over a rotisserie chicken…..yes, we can laugh about it now. The heart of the matter wasn’t the chicken though – it never is anything as simple as that.  It was communication.  Isn’t it always?

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  1. Glad it all worked out. And now it’s the weekend! 🙂

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