Copping an attitude

Wow.  Here I am being all nice to him, making him two cups of coffee, and making sure he is up from sleeping in MY bed so that he isn't late to work, and he gets an attitude with me when I ask a very rhetorical question about the tea party idiots and why they don't like the President.

"It's because he's black.  And they are old, white people who are still afraid of black people."

Yeah.  Dude totally copped an attitude with me.  I laughed about it at the time.  I said to him, as he was trying to make up for it,

"I feel like it was one of those times and one of those looks when you are waiting for people to catch up to the "party," so to speak, and you were treating me like I was dumb."

He apologized profusely like usual and continued to get ready for work and I just blew it off like I normally do.  But I stopped for a second as he was getting his belt on and thought about it for a minute.  Then, I said to him,

"You were talking to me like I was Christina."
"No!  Don't even think that.  If I was talking to Christina, I would dumb it down a lot for her.  So, NO!" 

Which honestly, it certainly did feel like he was talking to Christina, the dumb producer.  And the same one from a while back: "Oh, I just remembered why I was so pissed off at her today." when I was on top of him and about to give him a blow job.  Yeah.  That made me feel really special when he copped the attitude with me.  No matter how much I protested that I understood the difference, he could tell that I was not thinking that at all.  The look on my face must've been a mix between hurt and I really don't want him to know that I'm still hurt over this.  He took hold of me and looked into my eyes, apologized some more:

"Here you are being really nice to me again, doing all this nice stuff: letting me sleep in your bed, making me two cups of coffee, folding my clothes when I didn't ask you to do ALL this stuff. And here I am being a total shit head and giving you attitude because I just woke up and am angry.  I am really sorry.  I love you.  You are too good for me and I don't deserve how nice you are to me."

I am obviously still slightly miffed about the experience but all in all, I get it.  He really doesn't like waking up.   I take it upon myself to make sure that when I am with him I get him up on time.  I even interrupt my sleep sometimes (or rather I did) just so that he has coffee and is up on time to be out the door, all because he doesn't wake up like I do.  UP and at 'em!  All it took in my pre-collegiate school career was 5 minutes to get dressed and get some cereal as I head out the door.  More chance for sleep that way.  Don't get me wrong here, I love him still.  This is just an experience for me.  To have to deal with the asshole monster as he is waking up.  I have experienced the asshole before, but not the just-awoken-monster-from-hell.  Remember the ex-girlfriend experience?  Turns out I still kinda angry about the WHOLE thing.  Anger is still warranted, I'm sure.  He was an asshole then.  Just a different kind of one.

Meh.  It's not like it's a life changing thing or whatever.  Just like I told him as he was pulling out of the driveway, I'll get over it.  It'll take a bit, but I'll get over it.

Possibly.
Maybe.
Meh.  It's done.