I'm not a morning person. This is especially true when cold weather arrives. I don't want to leave my nice warm cocoon of blankets to face a cold day. Since I'm not a morning person, I tend to be a little cranky when I have to get up. After almost eight years together, Steve is aware of this and tends to let it slide as long as I don't let it go too far.
This morning I woke up in the early stages of a migraine. If I catch a migraine early enough, I can sometimes head it off by taking some medicine and crawling back in bed for a little while. So I asked Steve to take our daughter to school so I could do that.
Most of the time, he's pretty understanding of my migraines and willing to help if he can. This morning, however, wasn't one of those times. He started fussing about not having enough time to get ready so I told him to forget it, I'd take her myself. Then I left the room, gently closing the door behind me. I waited until I was away from him before I let out some of my frustration.
I went out to find my car frosted over. So I cranked the car to get the defroster going and grabbed my ice scraper. I figured by the time I got done scraping most of the frost off the windows, the defroster would be warmed up and melting the rest.
I got back in the car to find the defroster wasn't working. This has been an ongoing issue with my car. The ignition switch is going bad and apparently it controls more than just my ability to crank the car. Sometimes my headlights, wipers and heater/AC panel won't work even if I can crank the car. So I tried gently wiggling the key, a trick that sometimes works. It didn't work so I turned the key off and cranked the car again, another trick that sometimes works. It still wasn't working.
After four more failed attempts to get the defroster to work, I was getting aggravated. As I've said, this has been an ongoing issue with my car. Steve keeps promising to fix it, but hasn't yet. He does all of our auto repairs and maintenance so I can't take it to anyone else to have it fixed. Normally he's pretty quick about fixing my car if it's having trouble, but for some reason he's dragging his feet this time.
I looked over at his truck with the thought of taking it. There was only one problem. While his defroster works great, if I waited for it to warm up enough to clear the windshield, our daughter was going to be late for school. Since I'm short and can only reach the bottom corner of the windshield, simply using the ice scraper wasn't an option.
About this time, our daughter asked why we didn't just ask Daddy to take her. I knew it was the best option, but I also knew as aggravated as I was, I'd probably end up saying something in the process and landing myself in hot water. So I sent her to ask.
He was a little grumpy about me sending our daughter in the bedroom to wake him up. While he didn't say it, I think he thought I was trying to get around his earlier refusal to take her by getting her to sweet talk him into doing it. He had a little bit of an attitude when he came out of the bedroom, which didn't really mesh well with me being cranky and irritated and on the verge on a migraine.
Since we had a similar situation last week that I did not handle well, I was trying very hard to not have a repeat of it so I calmly explained the situation to him. When I mentioned that the frost on the back window was so thick I couldn't even scrape it, he responded that I should have just turned on the rear defroster. Mind you the rear defroster button is on the same panel as the regular defroster. I snapped at him, caught myself and left the room before I said anything else.
After they left, I took some medicine and crawled back in bed. I was half asleep when he got back. He left me alone, but I could hear him stomping around and still griping about the whole situation. I have a feeling he's still irritated at me because he hasn't called to check on me like he normally does when I'm not feeling well.
So now I'm sitting here staring at my list of chores for the day and fighting the urge to tell him the chores will get done when he fixes my car. Or maybe I'll just go buy the dang part and fix it myself. It can't be that hard, can it?
So how was your morning?