It’s over, thank goodness, the dance. That’s how I characterize this “thing” that Chris and I do each time he travels.
It’s silly, really. It’s all ego and exhaustion and ridiculousness. He’s grumpy because he’s tired after his travels. And I’m grumpy because I’m tired after running the office and being with the kids the whole time. He wants attention and sympathy. I want attention and sympathy. And instead, we butt heads. It’s as predictable as the day is long.
A few days go by and we’ve sorted out the whole thing.
Yes, we’re grown ups and we should act like it. But we don’t. It is perhaps our greatest challenge as a couple – this inane battle of ego. And we both know that nobody ever wins. Mercifully, it never lasts long.
