I swear, I’ll never understand how my husband thinks. We’ve been a little snippy with each other the past couple of days—for me it’s probably from a mix of financial stress, his lack of financial worry and just being overstimulated by everything I’m trying to juggle. We literally may not have enough money for the mortgage in 2 weeks, I tell him this and then while at the store he buys a $90 mouse for his laptop. The asked if we wanted coffee on the way there and if we needed to pick up food on the way home.
Then today, he texts me: “Do you know where all my cones are at?” and I’m like, “Cones? What are those?” He sends me a picture of combs, and I go, “Oh combs! Yes.” I bring them out to him, and he immediately asks if I’m making fun of him. No, he literally typed cones, I was confused! (English is his second language, but he’s been speaking it since childhood—I’d never tease him about that.)
Fast forward a bit—he still hasn’t finished meal prepping and it’s late. I offer, “I can do the last few since I have to stay up and work anyway.” His reply? “Oh, I was gonna try to hit that.” Like… sir. You’ve been cranky with me all day and now that’s what you’re thinking about?! Also, why would I think you wanted to do that? You argued with me all day yesterday, then today didn’t talk to except for the comb comment. 🙄