Blame

Blaming the husband makes me feel better because well, clearly "it" is never my fault.  Right?
Well, after time passes and the situation has been assessed...well, I am to blame. 

I did apologize profusly.  I admitted it was totally my fault.  I was not happy.

What I am grateful for today?  How can a day where I blamed my husband be a good day?  How can I appreciate something from this situation?

This is what I have come up with...

I am grateful for realizing that I can be a dork, idiot, self-rightous and controling!  Not all the time and not in that order, but this one time, today at 5:25 PM, I was to blame.  100%