Yesterday was my official first day of summer break. The kids have been gone for several days now (wow, the school is quiet!), but I've been wrapping up and cleaning up all my own stuff. Yesterday, though, I actually got to sleep in late (despite that 4:30 wake-up call of Brandon's), wake up to Kahlua in my coffee (cuz why not, right?), and simply laze about all day (trying to set records on Netflix, obviously). And today I did much of the same.
I haven't been this relaxed - and therefore this easy to be around - in nine full months! It's very clear that summer is not for the students at all, but for their poor, overworked, underpaid teachers. And since we've been married, poor Brandon has not had even one chance to come home to a relaxed, calm, nothing-on-her-mind wife. Until now. You'd think this would make him incredibly happy. Yesterday, it did. But today...
Oh, today...
We'd been planning on having a friend over tonight, and she got here a few minutes before Brandon was due home. We ordered a pizza and poured some wine, and by the time Brandon showed up, everything was ready and waiting. (Ok, so ONE piece of pizza was gone!) I expected him to be so happy when he walked through the door. But it was clear he wasn't when he grabbed a piece of pizza, said nothing but "hey," and went to the bedroom.
What was up?
I ran after him to find out. He didn't want to talk about it, but I could tell that he'd simply had a rough day. Of course, we've been through this before - it could be a difficult call, a mean boss, an idiot colleague, or a combination of any of the above. He didn't need to tell me exactly what it was for me to know that he just needed some time to get over it.
I wanted to comfort him. I wanted to say something to make it better. I wanted him to get over it and come have a fun night.
But in this first year of marriage, I've learned this very important lesson: Sometimes, not even your favorite girl and your favorite food combined can change your mood. And sometimes you need to just be allowed to have a bad day.
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