"We had an argument," Kevin says first thing this morning.
Hey, I'm pretty forgetful, but I'm thinking the night before was pretty amicable. Even so, I didn't have to ask what he was talking about.
He dreamed it. Now, let me explain about Kevin and his dreams. Every so often he'll have a bad one about us. Maybe I cancelled ESPN or kissed his best friend or nagged him all the way through deep sleep. Doesn't matter. He's mad at me when he wakes up. Yeah, he knows it's stupid and unfair, but by golly, he's mad. And the mood hangs around longer than the skinny jeans in my closet.
So, when he woke me with those words this morning, I knew what to say.
I sigh heavily. "Should I just apologize now?" It's my only hope of dispelling the mood, and I'm not above an insincere apology if it'll keep the peace.
But no, he won't let me apologize. Maybe I can talk him into a nice long nap when he comes home. Long enough for another dream--hopefully a good one this time. Otherwise, it's gonna be a long day.