Petty

Yesterday, I stormed out of the house completely irritated with DH. It was one of those stupid, maddeningly benign moments that transforms into an argument for no reason other than the underlying cantankerousness of each of us has decided to bubble up to the surface.

I slammed the door on my way out to the car, fuming as I hurried to get to where I was going.

After fifteen minutes of driving and stewing, I began to feel badly and figured I should call DH and try to make peace over the incredibly dumb argument. I reached into my purse with my free hand and grabbed the phone. As soon as I touched it, it began to vibrate.

DH was calling me...with the same idea of apologizing and making peace.

I should have been amused that our marital ESP was operating and we were both thinking and acting on the same thoughts.

Instead, I was irritated. In a split second, I decided to throw the phone back into my purse rather than answer it.

I was mad, for no good reason, that he was calling to make up....even though that was exactly what I had wanted.

People are funny.

p.s. I did call him back later and apologize.