Picture this... Sophia Petrillo style.
I spent all day cleaning: mopping floors, bleaching counter tops, folding laundry, wiping baseboards. Big time cleaning.
I was irritated. I didn't know why, so I forged ahead with my mop and plastic gloves. And then, a few hours later, I realized the source of my bad mood. I zeroed in on the fly in my ointment. It was the ever-present, booming, surround sound of Gatling guns and flying planes.
Matt was playing a video game. A Wii game to be exact. WWII era.
I marched into the den, clothes basket in one hand.
"Excuse me, could you possibly turn that down?"
Matt jumped, jarred out of his own personal war-world.
"Oh, yeah, sorry."
I stood there, tapping my foot. He smiled and returned his full attention to the game.
"You do realize I've cleaned the whole house right? That I've been busy and haven't sat down for the last two hours, right?"
"Yes," Matt smiled. "And I deeply appreciate it."
I squinted, feeling a bit more like Voldemort than Martha Stewart. "Do you plan on doing ANYTHING today?"
Matt held up his hands, mock-insulted, "Hey lady... I've done plenty today."
I knew he was joshing me, trying his best to pull me out of my cranky pants mood with a little sarcasm. But I wasn't biting. "Would you care to enlighten me?"
Matt stood up full height, hands on hips. "I have killed approximately 200 Nazis today." He pointed with one finger at his giant TV, his WWII game on pause.
I blinked a few times and then dropped my laundry basket, reduced to hysteric laughter. Matt didn't realize I'd lose my bad mood that quickly... but it's impossible to be mad at a man mentally saving the world from Nazis while he lounges in his underwear. Impossible.