Our beach adventure

The past couple of days my husband has gotten out of work around 12 thanks to a class he has to take. So yesterday I took advantage of that and dragged him to the beach with our dog. It was a really nice day for the beach. It was warm enough but had an amazing breeze. We sat on the beach for 3 hours which we never do. Usually 2 hours is the max for us because he has very fair skin.

So anyways we both have pretty bad sunburns after but it was still a good day minus some little things. Lets just say my husband really has no patience with me when it comes to little things I do. For instance, I was walking the dog at first and he was so excited to be at the beach that he tangled Jon and I up together and I thought by following him around in his little circle that we would get untangled but it just made things worse. So instead of my husband just saying "babe if you stop walking in a circle I can get us untangled" he said "BABE STOP RUNNING IN A CIRCLE!" In that tone where you can tell if you don't stop he might just burst. So then I get upset because I've told him over and over again the way he says things to me sometimes really makes me feel like he's reprimanding me instead of just simply speaking to me.

But that was over and done with I didn't want to ruin our nice day together so I just hand him the dog and we continue down the beach. THEN we see recon marines in their little boats speeding out to a much bigger ship. I said I wonder what they are doing and my husband said they are probably loading onto the ship. My thought is they are loading themselves onto the ship. Well apparently that was absolutely wrong and the were in fact loading the boats. Let me explain. I said "Well they should just do trips to get everyone onto the ship instead of taking 12 boats." My husband then looks at me and once again in his "your aggravating me"tone says "No their loading the ships onto the bigger ship. Little ships are going on the big ships." Like I'm 5 or something. But that one wasn't even the worst one.

When we were leaving the beach we had the dog off of his leash at first and I would call his name ever couple seconds to make sure he knew to stay a certain distance from us. Then we saw another couple coming onto the beach with a little dog so we put him on the leash and once they passed my husband just let the leash go. I continued calling his name but this time because he hates running with leashes attached if no ones holding it. Especially the retractable ones because they snap up on his paws. SO I was calling his name so he would stop and I could unhook the leash. This time my husband pretty much just yells at me telling me the dog isn't going anywhere and I can stop calling his name. Well if he had just been polite and had patience with me like I've told him OVER AND OVER again he would have realized I was just trying to take the leash off our dog who look terrified of this thing chasing him.

Anyways I think I owe all of this to the marine corps. I should really start making  a list of things that they have changed about my husband and write a letter of complaint if he doesn't get his original qualities back after he EASes. You know, like after prison they can collect their original belongings? Something like that.

I'm just upset by this all not angry or anything. I know he will get it right eventually. It's not like I'm going anywhere.

I Love You Mr. Sykes<3
You too Little Sykes<3

Semper Fi<3