Case in point: I come home exhausted from work, but with Big News to tell them. Since I'm an idiot, I babble the first, unimportant things off the top of my head, and I wait until they're both in the room to try and tell them that the plans for how they're going to be training me for doing more interesting things have progressed, something I was in the dark on until today.
She's exhausted and has to go to bed Right Then. Disappointing, but I've been that tired too, and I can sympathize. "Tell him," she says, retreating.
"I have to go to bed too," he says.
They get in an argument about dishes that ends up with the air full of unspoken cussing and hostility. I retreat to my room, no longer wanting to tell them about anything.
A good day like today shouldn't end like that.
I won a shirt at the company party -- a very bright white shirt advertising some alcoholic product, one size too small. I lost the shirt on the way home.