Have you ever noticed . . .

Have you ever noticed that when you think to yourself, "Hmmm, it's been a really long time since we've had to take the car in for repairs," the very next day, something goes wrong with the car and you're on the phone with the mechanic, begging him to squeeze you in because you can't live without your car?  I'm sure you know what I mean and you could share way too many stories about those sorts of not fun coincidences.

I had that experience today, but it didn't involve one of our cars . . . yet.  That "lovely" surprise is no doubt waiting for me in the near future.  Instead, I was thinking, "Wow, G and I have really been getting along great.  I can't remember the last time we were pissy with one another."  And then, BAM!  We weren't getting along great and we were being pissy. 

Why does that have to happen?  Is it because I let my guard down?  Why did that innocent, fleeting thought lead to war over the rice cooker?  In retrospect, why didn't I say, "Sure honey, go ahead and take the rice cooker into the bedroom (the one you use as an office) and pretend that my childhood desk is just like the kitchen countertop.  I'm sure the heat and steam won't wreck anything."? 

But no.  I had to open my mouth and say if he could wait for just a few seconds while I finished chopping up one last onion, he could have the whole counter to himself.  Apparently he didn't want the whole counter to himself; he wanted to start the rice and he wanted to start it right NOW.  Except that he couldn't, because first he had to go to the garage to find an extension cord.  And by the time he found one and stomped back into the house, I had finished chopping the onion and the counter was cleared and ready for the rice cooker.  Even then, he began to set up shop in the bedroom, until I made a federal case out of the whole situation and threw the plastic bag of vegetable scraps on the floor and muttered more than a few choice words (ones I've tried fairly hard to avoid saying during Lent).

Eventually he brought the rice cooker back to the kitchen because "You're always right and we always have to do things your way."  Uh, no.  I'm not always right and we don't always do things my way.  But when I am right and your way isn't equally valid, then yes, we are going to do it my way.

So, we had stir fry for dinner -- I prepped and cooked the veggies; all he had to do was start the rice.  I thought it was a pretty good meal.  I don't know what G thought because, just like when I made stuffed peppers, he didn't say a word about the food.  I suppose this time he didn't say anything because he wasn't talking to me; I still don't know what the issue was with the other meal. 

For dessert we had cranberry orange scones that G made this afternoon.  I thought they were really good and I told him so.  He didn't say anything in response or for the rest of the evening.  But when he went to bed, he did say goodnight.

We'll see if he's talking to me in the morning.  : //