Tuesday, May 15, 2007

just my 2 cents

The old saying goes; Don't let the sun go down on your anger---

Meaning, don't go to bed if you are in a fight with your partner. But I say HOGWASH. For me, the phrase should be something like:

Don't start some giant paintrain "talk" at 11:30 pm when you are exhausted. Instead, hit the hay and it will look alot more reasonable, approachable and in proportion after you are rested.


CreepyUCMama said...

Awww...come on...I do my best fighting at night. =)

Kelley said...

Hmmm, I tend to agree with creepyucmama. My husband and I have some great knock-down-drag-outs starting around 11 or 11:30 pm. Though I must say that we get so riled up and mad at each other that we can't possibly sleep until we get it somewhat under control, generally around 1 or 1:30 am. It's kinda nice to get it all out on the table and then wake up happy the next morning.

Also, a good fight generally leads to some good lovin'. :) Another reason for the waking up happy and gung-ho the next morning. He he he.

Housefairy said...

The only reason I wrote this is because I, too, have done this with my dear one oh-too-many-times. Seeing as I am unbelievably evil when exhausted, prone to colorful language and exaggeration bordering on delusion, the things that have come out of my mouth during midnight fight-time are inexcusable. So I am learning to just shut up and go to sleep the next time I get the urge to start a "...you know what else bugs me?..." type of thing late at night!

CreepyUCMama said...

I'm prone to the same thing, wow! I thought I was the only one. The more tired and/or hungry I get, I have blood sugar issues, if I don't eat when I'm hungry I get like freaky suicidally depressed and if someone insists on interacting with me when I get this way I become the great Satan. I do believe the last time this happened I told my loving hubby that he was a homo that needed to grow a d!2K and be a man! Hahahaha...and that was because the poor man dared to not know how to use a drill...way more mean that I needed to be that's for sure.

Housefairy said...

Me, too--especially whern I was pregnant:

I was finding some bit of success at avoiding morning puke by eating in the night, good high quality food, twice or more. Well, one night I got the brilliant idea to eat a nutty bar (some chocolate sweet thing, total crap) and when I woke up in the morning, I was almost suicidal. I was weeping, I was confused, I was so SO mean--accusing my husband of horrible things, making no sense whatsoever...I had slept through the whole sugar crash, and woke up in a BAD, bad way. We were laughing about it (well I was) by 11 am but wow was that bad. I told him to ignore me when I get like that and kindly return with a sandwhich or three :)
Poor Steve. Poor me!