It was the worst battle ever. It was over stupid little things, but we totally degenerated into insults, name-calling, and cheap shots, and at one point David CALLED HIS MOM to get her opinion, which clearly breaks all rules of fighting clean.
I woke up sad, angry, and anxious, and promptly woke David up with a sort of shuffling movement that could be interpreted as either a snuggle or a tackle (I still wasn't sure if the dream had been real and wanted to hedge my bets). I elicited promises from David that we'd had no such fight, but arguing with the hubby upsets me so much that it kind of ruined my morning.
|I spell his name with two A's so it shows up first in the D's in my phone book!|
I perked up when I got this text from David later in the day. How hysterical: he's apologizing for something he did in his dream! I've got to say, this man knows how to keep a girl happy!