What a weekend we had!
Saturday was great...DH had to take his grandpa to his neighbor's birthday party, so I had the babies for the day. It was wonderful to be alone with them all day, I almost never get to spend that much time with them with work and everything. They were in great moods, I got loads of smiles and coos, and even a little giggle out of Gunnar.
Sunday started out kind of bad...I woke up at 4am with what felt like a stomach virus. I felt awful, but it seemed to go away within a couple hours. It may have been food poisoning...DH got me a sub sandwich and it sat out on the table for a few hours before I got the time to eat it. Anyway, since I had lost a few hours of sleep, I slept really late Sunday morning and was rushing to get the babies bathed before I went grocery shopping. When I got home, DH and I had a fight and everything went downhill.
It was so stupid. Gunnar had been spitting up and DH changed his clothes, then he spit up again and DH started to get really impatient and annoyed. Instead of lifting him upright and giving him a chance to digest a little, DH just kept laying him down to try to get him dressed, which made Gunnar spit up more, which made DH super pissed and he was swearing and saying "what's WRONG with you? stop barfing!" As if Gunnar was deliberately trying to inconvenience him.
I would have taken over to give DH time to cool off, but Lily was very fussy and wouldn't go down for the night. I was nursing her and trying to get her to sleep, and I was getting more and more annoyed at DH but not saying anything. I knew he was short on patience so I just let it go.
He finally got Gunnar cleaned up and into bed, and then went into the kitchen to make himself something to eat. I was sitting there rocking Lily in the rocking chair, and he leans out of the kitchen and starts reading me the riot act for leaving a bottle on the counter with a little milk still in it. "You always do this...you can't leave milk in the bottles, it dries out and then it's really hard to clean." It sounded like he was trying to pick a fight, which he never does. Now, I always make a point of rinsing out the bottles after using them, and I didn't remember leaving any out, so I said, very non-confrontationally "I'm not sure what you mean, I don't remember leaving any milk in a bottle." I was just about to say sorry, I might have missed one, but before I could go any further he made this disgusted noise and said "Stop, don't start getting defensive. I don't know why you always think I'm criticizing you when I ask you to change your behavior..." I was mystified, because I wasn't defensive at all, and I tried to explain that I truly didn't remember leaving milk in a bottle, but that I certainly could have missed one. Then he walked over to where I was sitting and picked up the bottle I had JUST put down on the floor after trying to get Lily to eat a little and said really sarcastically "I suppose you didn't put this one there either, huh?" and stormed into the kitchen. I said "You don't have to be sarcastic, we can have a civil discussion," after which he just started spouting more nonsense about me getting defensive and "making excuses." I was already up 1.5 hours after I should have been in bed (I had to get up early this morning) because Lily wouldn't settle, and I just couldn't stand fighting anymore and said "Whatever. Just stop talking to me." He made another disgusted noise and didn't speak to me for the rest of the night. I was so upset that I cried for hours and didn't get to sleep until 3:30am. I kept trying to get him to talk to me but he just ignored me or gave me one word answers. I was completely miserable and even started thinking that maybe he and the babies would be better off if I were dead.
I got about 3 hours of sleep and I feel like shit today. I keep tearing up and just feel seriously depressed. I said goodbye to DH this morning and he was still sleeping and said "have a good day," so I don't think he's mad at me, but I just feel terrible. I don't know what he wanted me to say, and I don't know why he can't have an argument without resorting to sarcasm, disgust, and all those "you never" and "you always" comments. I hate fighting, and I never know how to fix it.