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.

5 comments:

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!