I have been known to be dramatic, believe it or not. Sometimes things with me snowball faster than I realize.
If I get mad about something, everything the teensiest bit bad or wrong becomes a
VERY BIG PROBLEM and someone will surely get beheaded or lose a limb. I hate that. My dear sweet, patient, pain-in-the-neck, loving, cheesy, stubborn, wonderful husband can make me laugh in spite of myself.
Tonight was one of those nights for me. I was frustrated and tired and cranky and thought for sure the world would end if my children didn't "sit quietly and obey". Seriously, when do they *ever* do that? Anyway, Cary and his uncanny ability to immediately lift the frustration from me worked his magic. And, not in the fun way. HA!
I'm so thankful that my husband helps me see the humor in things, even myself. We all need a little dose of that once in a while, don't we?
Love you, CaryJos! Forevuh!
And, please remember that sometimes he *is* the source of my frustration and probably nudges that snowball toward the edge of the hill. :)