Terrible 29's

Today, I am a 29 year old toddler. I am immature. I am right there with Logan on the highchair staring my husband in the face as I drop my food on the floor. And, frankly, I feel out of control over it and not so bad about it either.

My husband has been fighting a sore throat for a few days now. Today we have a Martial Arts class planned and clearly he cannot go. This morning, however, I decided (since he is not sick sick, just uncomfortable) that he should do the honor of calling our instructor and cancelling. To which he said, and I saw it coming, "But, I'm the one who is sick. You have to call."

"But, I have called everytime we have to cancel and I am embarrassed and I just don't want to call. I really would appreciate you calling."

In the end, noone called. It is now 2:40pm and our class is at 4:15pm. I refuse to call. REFUSE. I always take the duty of calling and this time I just won't. For whatever reason, I have decided to stomp my feet like Logan and say NO NO NO.

I don't believe either of us is wrong. I am just so dissappointed that he did not call when I really didn't want to. And I just will not call. I am on strike.

Here's the thing, though. It has done me no good. Because I am going to the class on my own. A few hours later, he asked if I called to cancel, to which I replied, "No. I will not call again. I have called everytime and I wanted you to call so I will just go myself."

"You're going to go by yourself?"

"Yup."

He got out of it. He didn't have to call and he doesn't have to go to class. He got his way.

I am the one who is going alone because I am too st st st. I can't say it, because I don't want to admit that I might be stubborn. There I said it.

Am I though? I don't know. But, inside I am throwing this fit. I will not call.

Now he has buzzed me and wants to know if I would like to go get something to eat with him.

Well, seeing as how class is in less than two hours. Are you going to call and cancel??? Well, are you?

It's too close to class time to cancel and I would feel bad. But, I am just so irked that he would not call.

My dad always comes in handy with things like this. Always a great release. So I dialed his cell and dumped my frustration. He understood. Little things like this really stir me up. Stupid I know. And these are what 99% of our little tiffs are. They never amount to anything. I don't know what it's all about. Maybe because we don't have anything REAL to argue about?

So then Mr. Sweets (mmm, no, Mr. Irritating) talks to my dad and asks if I am mad. Well, I'm glad he noticed that much. My dad agrees with me (for whatever reason, oh yeah, he's the designated canceller in his marriage), but is staying out of it. Good idea.

To eat or not eat. That is the question.