Last year at Easter, we went to visit my family. I recall that DH was grossed out by a smell at my parents’ house1, barely slept, and was annoyed by my special-needs-having sister2. This year, my folks came to visit us. (Sister doesn’t like to travel so she stayed at her group home.) My parents chattered nonstop, which is tiring for DH since he’s from a very laconic family. We had to spend a great deal of time entertaining them, again, tiring for DH the introvert. And on Holy Saturday, we got home from Easter Vigil at 11:30 PM and stayed up till almost 1 AM talking a little too loudly. DH was not amused, having already been in bed by the time we got home. Did I mention that DH also spent his day off cleaning the house in preparation for my family’s arrival?
I was mulling this over today and decided that I had achieved Epic Wife Fail and I’d better a) apologize and b) do something different next Easter. And at dinner tonight, I told DH that I was sorry my grandiose plans had wrecked his last two Easters. His response kind of startled me.
“Uh… what did we even do last Easter?”
“I dragged you to visit my family, remember?”
“You didn’t drag me. That’s what I signed up for when I married you.”
Clearly, this man can teach me a few things about how not to hold a grudge. And clearly that’s something I need to learn, since I was actually holding a grudge against myself.
1. He’s a lot more sensitive to smells than I am; I noticed it but not as much.
2. To be fair, she annoyed me too. She’s my little sister, it’s her job to annoy me.