My husband and I had a fight the other day.
We don't fight a lot. In fact it's really, really rare. We both are keep-the-peace type people. And I've always believed that what has been said in the heat of the moment can never be unsaid so raised voices are not common at our address.
But things had been building up. Too much togetherness from my husband's one month (and yes, I know there's still ten days to go before that month is up) and a lot of family pressures from an on-going situation had us almost come to blows. Over some chicken.
That's right. The stupid piece of hay that broke the camel's back was a pan of chicken that we were going to have for dinner. But, being a woman, I still contend that I was right.
I'd put the pan of chicken on to brown and had walked into the laundry a few metres away to fold some washing when Iven asked if I wanted him to stir it. I said no because I wanted the chicken to brown. I walked back into the kitchen to find Iven stirring the chicken and that's when it started.
I asked what he was doing and he said he was just flattening the mound down. I asked why even ask me what I want if he's not going to listen to the answer. He asserted that he wasn't stirring - just evening things out.
I do want to state at this point that I had a good dose of PMS and I'm pretty sure I'm menopausal. Or at the very least peri-menopausal. But those unpredictable hormone levels don't necessarily make me irrational. They just reduce my ability to keep a lid on whatever's seething under the surface. And when your husband's been underfoot for a couple of weeks while you've been super-busy there is a lot of stuff seething under the surface.
Sentences were thrown about like knives. "What about No don't you get?!!" Things escalated from there. The volume was turned up and the neighbours got to hear all our personal flaws. Except that Iven is really craptastic at fighting and didn't seem to be able to find any for me. Things like "You're always so perfect!" and "You don't do anything wrong" - well, he might have said them with a bitter tone but I took them as a compliment.
It was such an unsatisfactory fight that it petered away within a couple of minutes, in which time my chicken got nicely browned on the bottom because he'd stopped stirring it!
Peace has returned to Chez Donaldson and I now have come up with a tactic to prevent further recurrences of our verbal throw-downs. Henceforth I will not be cooking dinner until he's taken the wolf pack out on its walk. And if he doesn't want to walk the dogs, he doesn't get to eat.
Ha! It's always the little things! At least however, he realises you're flawless! ;-)ReplyDelete
We fight some - by we I really mean me because Chris rarely gets upset about anything and I have a very short fuse!!!ReplyDelete
It is usually a petty little thing that sends me completely over the edge. Fortunately I've gotten to the point that I don't have the energy to stay mad so I get over things pretty quickly.
This argument would never happen to us, because my husband couldn't even figure out which end of the spoon was up.ReplyDelete
LOL! I totally get the irritation that comes from having one's husband underfoot for too long...ReplyDelete
I would say: maybe you hadn't run enough that day!!!ReplyDelete
But as long as the chicken tasted great it doesn't matter!
I like the way you turned things around to be a compliment! I can't stand people in the kitchen when I'm cooking and we've had a few fights about that too. I think it's a remnant from having five little kids milling around me and getting irritated by their nagging. Plus it can be dangerous if you're rushing around with hot stuff in your hands. Sometimes absence does make the heart grow fonder :)ReplyDelete
LOL as a woman I totally get this. I had to laugh out loud that he has to go out with the dog pack otherwise he won't get dinner :)ReplyDelete
awh, sorry to hear about the fight, but so glad it turned out good quickly!!ReplyDelete
Team Iven here! Because I live with a woman that is "Soooooooooo perfect" and "Neeeeever does anything wrong"!ReplyDelete
LOST MY COMMENT as I LAUGHED AT JIM!ReplyDelete