he must have resolved to mellow out

last night, after taking greta outside to pee, a trip that entailed my bundling myself and her up to protect against what i think is the coldest winter in the history of sacramento, and certainly the coldest winter i've had here, i neglected to wipe her feet before she hit the carpet. which left little wet footprints everywhere.

instead of his usual overreacting to it, mike was really nice and said, "that's ok. you're doing a really good job with her."

either he sensed that one more overreaction from him would send me into a tizzy from which i would not recover, or he finally realized that it's just a freaking carpet and it can, in fact, be cleaned. and if it's stained, so the fuck what? it's carpet. it's not the end of the world.

either way, i'm glad he's seeing the bigger picture. because i was beginning to think i married that guy in sleeping with the enemy. and we all know how that turned out.