My husband and I speak different languages. I speak human...and he speaks man. Ok, ok, not fair...I speak woman...but at least it makes sense. Needless to say it is very difficult for us to communicate. We have progressed over the years in our marriage, it was ugly at first. When we were first married we actually went 2 or 3 days without even speaking. Childish? Absolutely. We have both learned to compromise and grow and attempt to translate into the jibberish that the other understands.
Last night we had a ridiculous argument. The kind that is over a tiny little thing and you decide to behave like a 5 year old instead of the calm cool and stable adult that you are. Our new house does not have screens on the windows. It is bloody hot here this summer and I feel as though I am sleeping in a coffin because our room is so stuffy. My hubby finally got around to making the screens last night. He did not do one for ours. He made one for Red's instead. AAHHHHHRRRRGGGG! So I got snippy...then he got snippy and then we were slamming things and not talking and glaring. Finally I started realizing I'm tired of this. I hate fighting. Let's just make up.
K: I hate fighting. Let's not do this anymore
K: Let's make up now and move on.
K: So you are going to ignore me now??
Now Dan's point of view
(Dan happily playing on the computer in peaceful silence interrupted by...)
K: Blah blah blibber blabber globbety glup!
K: Snappety snippety flubety blibber blabber
K: Blah blah blah wa wa wa snap snap!!!!
All in all is was a successful make up. We are growing and maturing everyday. You all know that I was right and he was wrong, right???