it's not my intention to be disagreeable, but i know i often am... right now i'm irritated with my husband, even though i know that's not nice at all. we went to ikea this weekend, and bought ourselves a little table to move around in our tiny little kitchen. i love putting together things from ikea. it's like kindereggs in bigger scale (although without the chocolate). but today tommy decided to help me with the table, and it only took about 10 minutes before i turned into sulky-five-year-old-erika-who-wants-to-do-everything-herself. it's no fun putting together ikea tables with tommy. he wants the screws to be straight. and he wants to use electrical screw drivers. and drill new holes. and he gets irritaded when the table turns out to be unsteady. where's the fun in that? what irritates me most is that he did it to be nice... he was working on the woodworks in his music room, and came by to see how i was doing. and apparently he didn't think it looked very well... the result: an unsteady little table ashamed in the kitchen, probably wishing somebody else would have bought it. a poor little husband who just wanted to help, but didn't even get a thank you. and me, the irritated wife, angrily marching upstairs to phone my mother on her birthday. at least i remember that. otherwise i would really be a horrible horrible person... as soon as the worst of my irritation goes away i'll go downstairs and thank him for the help. but if i tried now it wouldn't sound sincere... i'm *so* glad i don't have to live with someone like me!!
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