Lindsey got home from her four days away just a few hours ago. I was so glad to have her home, I’ve really missed her over the last few days.
I won’t lie, I did have some fun indulging my bachelor side while she was gone. I ate a bunch of stuff I love but we don’t typically eat together. I played Xbox in the living room (very rare), and I stayed up late and slept in.
But I really missed her. When she came home she was tired from the drive and we got into a small argument about stuff that really doesn’t matter. We moved on pretty quick and we’re able to enjoy each other’s company for the few hours since. We’re about to head out to catch a late movie at Alamo Drafthouse. It’s a good way to kick off a long Thanksgiving holiday.
But in my head, I keep coming back to our fight when she got home. I don’t know why exactly we we’re both on edge and so quick to jump on comments from each other and start up an argument. I’d have to think about it, but oddly I think it comes from having been apart.
We were very happy to see each other, that was very evident. But I think being apart for so long threw us each off kilter. We’re so used to being around each other that four days apart was not good, and as a result there was frustration, fatigue, or something else that laid the foundation for us to each be touchy.
But, it was a small thing. We’re well over it (and actually joking about it five minutes ago) and looking forward to the weekend. It’s nice to know that you can argue and it’s not the end of the world. It’s actually comforting.