My man and I never argue. We sing tunes of frustration, and then we kiss. So he thought. I was already displaying signs of my other personality due to the arrival of my “Aunt Dot”. She arrives just when I am feeling so sexy, lovable and irresistible. He knows how I am, especially when my annoying relative pops up, uninvited.
So I’m bathing our child, lubricating his dry skin with the daily regiment of dry skin healing ointment, and “daddy” pops in, just in time to distract our boy, interrupting the calm trance my fingers have placed him in. My nostrils begin to flare, but I bite my lip to prevent the slip of my tongue, especially since our baby is spewing out a foreign language.
This intelligent man just ignored all the signs. Twenty seconds later, he is wiping water off of his face and picking up the thrown cup from the wet carpet, blinking his eyes from the dripping water, trying to focus. Now he realizes something is wrong. He walks away, leaving me inside the house, with our babbling baby, and that increases my frustration. I open the window, and lean into the screen, yelling out words I have never heard or seen. He laughs, jumps in his car and drives off.
I snap out of my altered personality and can’t comprehend what happened. Thirty minutes later, my sweetie arrives and I hug him and whisper soothing tunes of love in his ears. He looks at me with confusion, and then we kiss. I hug him and our “babbling baby” and say to him, “I’m glad we never argue, instead, we just kiss our frustrations away.”