"Is it that time of month, dear?"

Yesterday was just one of those days when the good ole emotions kicked into high gear. Jon said it was due time for me to be mad at him. I knew I never wanted to be one of those wives that husbands complain about to their buddies and yet sometimes I make it so easy for him to do that. Sometimes I just seem like I can't help myself and I have to tell him everything he is doing wrong and after I say things, I completely regret them, because I know they aren't true (at least not all the way). Is this normal? I feel like a horrible wife. Afterwards Jon left in a pretty down mood and I absolutely awful. He came back home about 20 minutes later in a surprisingly good mood, and of coarse I was still mad. We sat across from each other in silence for a minute and he tried to make small conversation with me. Then he said, "I know why you are mad." and he pointed to the calendar. At first I thought he was implying that it was that time of month and that was going to set me off again (okay, so maybe it was), until he said, "Go look at the calendar" so I reluctanly got up and looked at what he had written on July 1st and it said "Husbands are fools day". I turned towards him and he looked so innocent. That just set me off crying. I really felt bad. Why was I blessed to have such a patient and loving husband? I seriously am so lucky to have him. When I think the world is crumbling around me, he gathers up all the rubble and makes it better. I truly love my husband.