V - heh, yesterday was an exercise in restraint as I had such unkind words for my husband, but I kept most of them to myself because it was petty and immature and not worth the fight.
He went to work in the morning to finish stuff up so he could take today off (my not-birthday, while I'm at work all day). Then he came home around noon and announced that he had my cold and it was "kicking his ass" so he had to sleep for the rest of the day. One of the symptoms was a mysterious cough that only seemed to afflict him when I was in the room.
I wanted to point out that I knew it was a bad cold because I had it while I worked for four days, put on a birthday party, cooked meals, cleaned the house several times, did the laundry, bought groceries, all while caring for a four year old. When a tiny bit of this mess slipped out of my mouth, he announced that the cold simply hit him harder because he's more run down then I am. Because apparently my life is so relaxing. I wanted to say he's lucky I'm such a badass that I can do all that with a cold plus take care of him, but it would have been a really stupid fight.
So I spent most of yesterday feeling sorry for myself, cleaning my post-party house by myself while my daughter came along behind me to destroy it again and my husband grunted about the noise because he chose to sleep in the living room. I was going to cook myself a birthday dinner, but I was too tired, so leftover hot dogs it was. But he did at one point mumble happy birthday at me.
I worked on exercising maturity. I worked on not feeling selfish and instead feeling grateful for what I have. You can see how well that worked out. I guess I need more practice.
So I think today I will exercise forgiveness in the form of a shopping trip with the joint credit card. Maybe I'll buy a self help book on gracious acceptance, loving kindness, and forgiveness.
A really expensive one. Hardcover.