Becoming Analise

This week, I woke up on the wrong side of the bed. I’m not sure why, as nothing is particularly “wrong” or stressing me out, but according to my family, I’ve been a tad bit grumpy and snappy. Here are just a few examples that I reluctantly share with you: Scenario 1: Patrick and I were having a “discussion” (if you will) about an instance in which I’d miscommunicated about something. It really wasn’t a great time for a serious discussion because he had a migraine and was tired from a long workday, while I was an emotional mess about something and in no state of mind to think rationally. But I was trying to get him to see my side of things, so we kept trudging along in the (unproductive) conversation. Well, during the conversation, he reminded me of something I had said a few weeks prior that explained why he responded in the way that he did. All in all, I vaguely remembered making that comment, BUT I didn’t want to admit it because if I admitted it, then his poin