Hubby Vent, and Who Doesn't Have at least One?

Has your husband ever done something and instead of admitting it, took the defense?

Dave did that yesterday and it wouldn't have been so bad, but he does it all the time. I mean, what am I going to do, give him a time out, a spanking? Please! Some of you are probably thinking, "Hey, he might like the later." Get your minds out of the gutter people.

Here's what happened. Friday is usually laundry day around here because that way the weekend is free for other things. Dave also usually goes into the office on Friday, but since he had to go in Monday and Wednesday for meetings, he stayed home to work yesterday, but that wasn't the problem.

Like I said earlier, Friday is laundry day. Thursday David did his laundry and after he was done, Dave decided to wash some winter coats and stuff. Not a problem except he forgot to tighten the cap on the laundry detergent when he was done. Well Friday morning when I went to use it, you guessed it, the cap fell off and laundry detergent spilled all over the rug in front of the washer. Thank goodness for the rug because otherwise I would have had a worse mess to clean up. At least the rug can be picked up and washed.

Anyway, as you might have guessed, I said a choice word and then yelled to David, forgetting that Dave had been the last to use it, that was until he said those magic words, "Well it wasn't like that when I used it." No duh! That's because he was the one who left it like that. No saying, "Oh I was the last one to use it so it must have been me." Nothing like that, no apology, nothing. He expects David and I to admit our mistakes, but no, not him. He, like I am far from perfect, so why not admit it? When he doesn't, all it does is tick me off for the rest of the day and makes his life miserable. You would have thought that after 32 years of marriage, he would have figured it out by now, don't tick me off or your life will be miserable. It's been that way in marriages for eons.

I know I shouldn't sweat the small stuff, but to tell the truth, sometimes I just have to. It's not in me not to hold on to a grudge for at least a day. He's just lucky I'm not holding on to it longer. I can keep a grudge for years and he knows it.

There, now I let it go and things are better... until the next time and we all know there will be a next time. It's inevitable.