My bags are packed

It was an awkward moment. 

My husband came out of the bathroom to find me standing at the edge of the bed, in front of the closet, with a suitcase sitting on the bed in front of me.

OK.  Don't freak out! It's actually a little funny... in a twisted kind of way...  Let's rewind the tape a bit.

My husband and I had an argument the night before.  You know, I don't think it was actually an argument... it was... it was a negative interaction.  Yeah,  a negative interaction - I'll go with that.  I didn't participate very well in this interaction.  I listened, but I didn't really comfort or apologize or... I was distracted and lacking energy, I think, to engage in the interaction (nice and vague here, I know).  Anyway, part of my distraction was that I was texting my sister and a friend throughout the evening (in between our interactions).  I tried to make sure I wasn't looking at my phone when he was talking to me, but he caught me texting a few times when he came in the room and, I think, maybe he misunderstood what I was doing...  Sometimes when my daughter texts her friends while or shortly after I talk to (yell at) her, I get a little paranoid that she is transcribing our conversation and sending it out to the world.  I wonder if he was having this experience...

Anyway, the texting with my sister was about her upcoming trip.  She was in need of an additional suitcase.  She wanted to borrow one of mine.  I told her "no problem", that I would bring one by her place tomorrow.

So, back to the awkward moment...  Both of us (my husband and I) pretty much woke up on the same side of the bed that we went to bed on (the grumpy side).  Our typical morning routine is that I use the bathroom first and then he goes in while I finish getting ready in the bedroom.   He went in the bathroom and I climbed up on the bed and got one of our suitcases down from on top of the closet and set it on the bed.  I then started pulling my clothes out that I was going to wear to work.  And then he stepped out of the bathroom.

"What's the suitcase for?"
"Oh, my sister wanted to borrow it."
Silence.
I looked up from what I was doing and he was staring at me with a strange look on his face.  I didn't get it at that point... so I said, "What?"  "Is that OK?"
Hesitation.
"Yeah, that's OK."
Then he took the suitcase off the bed, looked at me once more and carried it downstairs for me.  I continued to get dressed, not thinking much about  it.... and then... well, it occurred to me what it might have looked like... and I giggled a bit.  Whoops.

Ok, Ok... it's not funny.  But it kinda is... in a twisted kinda way...