I had a bad day yesterday, and kinda yelled at my wife for the first time in over 13 years. I drove 7 hours to get to Georgia so we can get some rest before finishing the drive to North Carolina. When we got there, they put us in a room right outside of the area where the free breakfast was served, and she didn't want to be there because of the noise she thought there would be early in the morning. So I gather our suitcases and wait for her to change the room (which I wasn't in favor of doing in the first place), and they give us a room up on the second floor. When we get up there (I'm still dragging suitcases around), we find that our room is right in front of the elevator. She didn't like that either, because she said our dogs would hear people walking in and out of there and would start barking. By now I'm kinda pissed off and tired from the drive, so I said, "You go get another room then, because I'm staying here. Or the freakin' car. I'm done moving around this crappy hotel already."
The look on her face made me feel really bad.
We made up real quick and had the best kind of make-up activities, but I still felt bad about lighting her up like that.
I won't make that mistake again. She's a good woman and doesn't need my impatience.