the silent treatment

have you ever been on the receiving end of the silent treatment? after he came home last night, i was the giver of the silent treatment. not like he talked to me at all when he came home. quite frankly, i don't even remember if he said hi, hello, or go to hell.

i finished doing the things i was doing... loaded the dishwasher, finished a load of laundry, cleaned up the toys in the backyard. i went upstairs with the laundry and the huge box of toilet paper. didn't say boo to him.

he was watching a movie.

i went upstairs to put the laundry away, check on the kids, and get in bed. thankfully there was a funny show on television that gave me some chuckles. i set the timer on the television and was asleep before the end of the show. that was somewhere around 11. who knows what time he came to bed.

but he didn't say a word to me until 3 a.m. when our oldest son tried to climb in bed with us. i didn't even realize it when he arrived, but got him back into his bed.

when my husband left this morning he didn't say anything to me. just went on his way.

i didn't worry about talking to him when he came home because i figured he was the one who walked out to do whatever... i think he went to clear his head and have something to eat. clearing the head is something i understand.

yesterday, the more i pressed him to talk the more pissed off he got. did he need his own space? i think so. so i gave it to him.

and all of this over a broken disk drive on the computer. amazing how out of proportion things are blown when there are already issues at hand.

it should be an interesting day. let's see how long the silent treatment continues.