Husband gets home after a football game.

I stayed at home, long day at work, kid's being a turd, just took a nice long bath, been chilling on my phone, zoning out.

Asks me why I'm being weird and "snippy".

I explain that I'm relaxed, tired, and just not super lively atm.

Says he's tired too, it's not an excuse.

I just lay there like the tired blob I am and agree.

No winning.

He says I know what I'm doing.

Boy, wish I did.

He gets angry and gets in the shower, I can hear him all huffy and puffy.

And here I am still blob like and content.

Cheers to the impending silent treatment ladies.