My husband is mad at me and I can't say I blame him. I've been a real witch lately (and that's the PG term for what I've been lately). I'm overwhelmed by life right now and he's been bearing some of the gale force of hurricane Heather. Poor guy lives with the eye of the storm.

I've snapped at him a few times too many lately and well, apparently, he's had enough. Which means that I have stepped way over the line because my husband is not easily riled.

In almost 13 years of marriage, I can count on one hand how many times he's ever been mad at me (when I haven't started the fight). He is not quick to anger and has the patience of Jobe. Which is good because he balances out my hair-trigger temper and type-A impatient nature. Together, we make a pretty formidable team.

I just need to remember that he is on my team.

Gotta go, I have some humble apologizing to do.