Okay, okay, okay, I'm going to go all S-central, and be more concrete so that I at least know what I'm talking about:
Stealing from the other dude who did it. (I forget who, and I'm not going to browse through five billion pages)
Here is what sometimes used to happen when between my husband and me when we didn't know each other that well.
IT: So how are you?
EF: Ugh, it's been a rough day. ***goes in room, closes door, zones out like a zombie***
IT: What's the matter?
EF: Bad class today. X didn't show up. Y acted like a fart shit. And Z was being a total dick.
IT: You can't educate stupid people.
EF: Yeah, I know, but it's really frustrating.
IT: It shouldn't bother you. You let too many things bother you.
EF: Yes, but it matters, I mean really. And it does really bother me.
IT: Well, then you have to work on yourself.
EF: **feels blood pressure rising** Well, I know, but if they were only....
IT: But they weren't. Don't always focus on what could be or what should be. It wasn't. It's over. Don't worry about it.
EF: But it bothers me.
IT: Well it shouldn't bother you.
EF: *sigh* Okay, I went through all this trouble to prepare and do this and that, and it didn't even work.
IT: You shouldn't put too much effort into things people don't appreciate.
EF: BUT I HAVE TO!!!!!
IT: Who says you have to??? No one says you have to!!! YOU just have an obsession with making everything perfect.
EF: Well excuse the hell out of me if I try to do things right!
IT: Why are you yelling?
EF: I'M NOT YELLING!!!!!
IT: You just DID!
EF: ***about ready to flip her lid*** OK, listen, YOU'RE NOT HELPING!!!
IT: Well, what do you want??? Why do you always have to bring your work problems home! Leave them there!
EF: I CAN'T DO THAT!!!!!!!!
IT: WELL LEARN IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!
EF: You know what? Just FUCK IT and FUCK YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
**slams door**
Now that's not really the MATURE way to handle it. But it's just two different ways of thinking/whatever coming together. Nowadays it's more like this:
IT: How was your day?
EF: Oh, well, it could have been better. But whatever. How was your day?
IT: It was good. My day's always good. Better that you're here.
EF:
Aww, thanks. I need a hug. I had a kind of a rough day.
IT: Awww c'mere. ***hugs me*** Why, what happened?
EF: Oh, well, no biggie. Just the usual stuff. But sometimes it kinda piles on and you're like, wrrrraraararararrargh.
IT: Well, what did the fart shits do this time?
EF: OMG everyone was a fart shit. They farted here and shat there til I almost called the fire department.
IT: HAHAHA! Yeahhhhh and then...***random craziness***
EF: OH YEAH!!! ***giggles, giggles*** And then ***more random shit***
IT: Well, you're home now, screw the fart shits, let's eat and have some fun.
EF: Yeah, fuck em!!!!!!! ***giggles and smiles***