Well. Today wasn’t a great day. But it ended well. Again. Now if only we can get the first part of the day to shape up.
Things haven’t been going well between Kurt and me for quite some time. I mean, it’s mostly good. Some of you with marriages seriously on the rocks would probably look at us and tell us we’re being ridiculous. We probably are. The thing is, we both have pretty quick tempers. And once you rile Kurt up, there’s no calming him down till he’s good and ready.
So yeah, another fight today over incredibly stupid stuff. You know how the statistic is that 90% of marital fights are over sex and money? Those are probably the only two subjects we’ve ever not fought about. We seem to be compatible when it comes to the sex thing (except when he has to leave for six or seven months at a stretch, and then we’re both miserable), and money… there’s nothing to argue about. Kurt earns the money, it gets deposited into our account, and then I pay the bills. Kurt usually has no idea how much money we have, or what the bills are. But if he wants something, he says, “Hey, I want to buy this,” and we go get it. We discuss how much we want to spend on a certain item, and then we agree whether we’re going to buy it or not. Like he wanted a GPS system, but he decided he didn’t want to spend more than $250 for it. He found an awesome deal on one on Amazon.com, and we had a couple of reward coupons which brought the price down further. So of course, he got it. I don’t tell him he can’t have things; I figure since it’s his money, that would be rude.
So we don’t fight about money, even though I “control” it. He likes it that way; it takes a lot of the pressure off him. Especially when he goes away for half a year at a time; it makes more sense for me to know what-all is going on financially in this family so that he doesn’t have to worry when he’s gone.
We just fight over really retarded things. But we are working on it. Eventually we’ll grow the hell up and get over ourselves.
But yeah, so another stupid fight today. Then we made up, so that’s always a good thing. But then I got upset again, not at him, just in general, because I didn’t know where the title to the car was. We’re trying to get the car registered here in Rhode Island (the van’s Washington registration doesn’t expire till October), and we need to get it done this month before the Washington registration expires. We’re less likely to get picked up for out-of-state plates because everyone in this area has out-of-state plates. Everywhere I look, I see Virginia and Washington plates because most folks are only here for less than a year. But once our Washington plates expire, WHAMMO!
I remember getting the title in the mail, but I couldn’t remember what I did with it. I know for a long time it was hanging out in the entertainment center, but then we moved. Where the hell did it go? So I got all worked up about that, though I wasn’t yelling or screaming or anything. I was just irritated and scared and nervous and stressed out. I looked in the file folder labeled “Karyl’s Car,” but of course it wasn’t there. Kurt decided to help me, and he started ripping apart the garage while I perused all the containers in the office. Neither of us could find it.
Finally I asked him to bring the filing cabinet into the house so we could look through it again, and he found it under “Karyl’s Bills.” Hey, we found it! But then I busted out in tears again because I thought he was angry at me. He assured me he wasn’t, and he hugged me and made me feel better.
Dinner was a fiasco. I wanted to make chicken tetrazzini from the leftover roasted chicken I made, but then I realized that Kurt had put all the sauce from the original meal in with the leftover chicken, which would make the tetrazzini taste really funky. I wasn’t mad at him; I was just frustrated because I’d had such a rotten day and because my dinner didn’t work out. I was so upset that all I could do was cry in my room. What a baby, I know. But geez, man, enough already!
So Kurt took me out to dinner to a Vietnamese place. We’ve really been trying to cut down on the eating out because we eat out way more than we probably should. But you know, I’m really glad we went. I had this amazingly awesome hot & sweet & sour soup with shrimp as an appetizer; just thinking of it is making me drool. It’s even better than Chinese hot & sour soup, and I didn’t think I would find anything better than that stuff. And I even had fish for dinner! Catfish in a sweet sauce cooked in a clay pot. But the best part of all was the woman making our dinner heard us tell her husband, our waiter, that Gracie had a peanut allergy, so even though Kurt’s entree normally has peanuts on top of it (not mentioned in the menu, which is frustrating), she left them off for us! Also the woman came over to us as we finished eating, and we spent another fifteen minutes or so talking to her. Grace totally loved this lady; she kept giving her hugs and even got her to pick her up and snuggle with her. I love meeting new people like that. And the coolest part of all was when her ten-year-old daughter came in from night services at church, and she started talking to her mother in fluent Vietnamese! Then she turned to say hello to us in perfect, unaccented English. I’m so envious of people who can move easily from one language to another, and hearing a kid speaking Vietnamese was just so fascinating. Kurt and I agreed we could have listened to the mother and daughter carry on a conversation for quite some time, just to enjoy the sound of their language.
Let’s just hope tomorrow is good all day long. I don’t like having bad days. It’s a good thing they’re somewhat of an anomaly for me.