I was so pissed at him last night.
My Captain had JUST finished his medicine as he battles Lyme’s Disease. He had just spent the majority of the day fighting a muscle spasm in his neck. He had been “draggin’ ass” since he’d gotten up yesterday morning. He looked like hell.
Our router got fried by lightening, and he had purchased a new one. Mind you, I was fine limping along on the old broken one, (and by fine I mean I bitched only a little bit), but he insisted getting the new one up and running before he left for what would likely be a 48 hour shift. Unfortunately, he kept running into glitches, and it was frustrating him to no end.
Here’s how it went down:
It was nearly midnight when I yelled, “Would you come to bed, already?! It’s a stupid router! It will be there when you get home on Monday!”
He mumbled something unintelligible in response as he remained solidly locked to his laptop, the muscles in his strong jaw working as he furiously typed commands.
“Troy! You have to be up in 5 hours and you have to have your game on!”
“Mmfemfekfjphdlef”
“Dammit, Honey, why are you so wound around the axle about getting that router set up tonight?!”
“Because I’ll be gone for two days, and I know you’ll want the Sonos to work so you can listen to your old radio shows.”
“Oh.” (I paused and swallowed the lump of love suddenly lodged in my throat.) “Well I won’t enjoy a moment of those shows if I think you are exhausted on the job because of it,” I grumbled.
“Mpfhenffeethehtmemf”
So we were at an impasse.
And by impasse, I mean that he dug his heels in and kept working on the router until it was done, and I sat in bed fuming about it.
When he finally came to bed, leaned over and tenderly kissed me good-night, I thanked him, and rubbed his sore neck, and told him I loved him.
And then I smacked him on his hiney and told him not to be such a stubborn mule….
…but he was already snoring.
Mama Boe 