Sparks and Butterflies...

As an aside, and nothing to do with my post:  It just majorly thundered and started pouring rain.  In addition, it’s hot and supposed to be 90.  My children do not understand the concept of summer thunderstorms, living in southern California, they’re rare.  Now I’ll have to explain that they do NOT indeed need to bundle up.

Anyway.

My husband and I fought all weekend.  Now, you must understand something…  We don’t fight.  No really, we don’t.  He may get annoyed with me.  I may find him exasperating at times.  But we work it out.  Usually, only one of us is upset in someway, and the other person helps figure it out, and make the other feel better.  But both of us angry and going at it?  Very very very rarely.  This weekend it happened twice.  My husband, though, refuses to go to bed angry, and so we had to hash it out both times.

We finally came to the conclusion that due to the major life change about to happen: Me coming home from work, and starting a business, and the health insurance switch (a major stressor to me due to the issues with the boys) has me completely on edge and unhappy.  Basically, ’cause I don’t deal well with limbo, and I really want to just be done with it all and on the other side.  Poe is fairly sensitive to my moods, and as a result has been completely oversensitive about everything, feeling as though I’m attacking him, when I’m merely venting about a situation (which, really, has nothing to do with him.)  We both find his reaction a little strange, ’cause of my PMS, he’s used to dealing with my moods, so we decided he’s on edge about the changes coming as well.

Anyway – we worked things out, and plan on keeping it all in mind in dealing with each other in the future, now that we’ve brought it out in the open.

As a side benefit though?  My husband cleans when he’s angry.  This burst of fighting has left me with a clean kitchen, clean bathroom, vacuumed rugs, and not a stitch of dirty laundry in the house.

Should we fight more often?