• A Woman’s Fury

    Date: 2010.07.21 | Category: Dogs, Mark, Pets, Weirdness | Tags:

    It has been one of those mornings. The kind where, as Liz Lemon so elegantly put it, I needed a “do over.”

    I woke up to my husband asking if I had left the backdoor open and unlocked all night. My sleepy, caffeine- deprived self (3 days without diet coke) immediately went on the defensive. “Why does it always have to be me who leaves the door open, you were the last one out last night?!” I snapped and then got out of bed to get ready to go running.

    Already mad, I noticed that the cat had peed by the front door for the upteenth time. Honestly, I wanted to just leave it and go, but I hate that cat pee smell and it was just nasty.

    I went in the kitchen to get paper towels. That side of the kitchen has no light switch, so I walked through the kitchen in the dark and into the laundry room to get paper towels. As I was walking back through the kitchen, I noticed a smell. I looked down, one of the dogs apparently had a rough night and had said rough night all over the kitchen floor.

    Which I had stepped in… and tracked all over the kitchen and the laundry room.

    “Gosh dangit!” I yelled and set to cleaning up another mess. About that time Mark wanders in, surveys the situation, turns around and goes back to bed. I mean, I can’t say that I blame him, I was in an angry state and anything he would have said at that point would have probably meant dog poo flung in his face.

    (Note to boyfriends and husbands everywhere: the only thing you can do in this situation that will end well for you is to either a) offer to help stressed spouse or b) just help).

    So after cleaning up the dog mess and the cat mess, I finally went for my run. The run was good. One of the best I’ve had so far. Amazing what the power of fury will do for a run. And besides the crazed, buzzing cicadas that randomly popped up, we made it back relatively quickly and feeling much better for it.

    Feeling better, I walked into the bedroom where Mark asks, “Are you sure you didn’t leave that back door open?”

    *blink * blink * blink *

    I exploded. I don’t think Mark really expected it. What ensued was a battle of wills that lasted a good 30 minutes.  I don’t want to air our dirty laundry on the Internet, but at one point he actually said, “Well, what about me? I was trying to sleep and you were yelling in the kitchen.” That comment sparked another bout of fury.

    But when it is all said and done, we hashed it out and resolved my feelings of anger and frustration and talked about how sometimes the only way to diffuse the situation is to ask for/offer help.

    It’s only 10:20 a.m. and I could use a drink.