I'm such a meanie sometimes!

My husband is stressed. He is stressed over the new house, about the apartment, about work. He is currently napping, I think, not only because he is tired, but because it's the only way he can turn off the stress sometimes. He is a good man. No, he is a great man. He supports us, he loves us, and he is good to us. So why do I give him such a hard time about the dumbest things???
  I realized the other day that I can be kind of harsh to my husband. I don't do it intentionally, I adore him, and have no desire to make him unhappy. Every couple has their 'things'. Each person does things that makes the other momentarily insane. Brian will leave plastic food wrappers in the sink when he trash can is only two feet away. He leaves his socks all over the house. He uses my favorite towel and leaves it wet, slung over the shower curtain bar. And I, in turn, get angry.
  I can't remember exactly what I was doing when I realized that there are of course things that I do that make him shake his head, but he never says a word about them. The most prominent would be me scolding him about the things that bug me. Over. And over. And over again. And when I had this realization, that I am sometimes a real brat to my husband, I instantly felt horrible. He doesn't deserve it. He is a really good guy.
  This whole thing with the house has been a long, dragged out process. It is making us both go grey, we are exhausted and just want a place to call ours. But Brian sees more. He sees it as his job to give his family a home, a place for Beau to grow up and our dogs to run around. He is worried that he won't be able to make all of that happen, and all I can say is 'it will all work out'. I really do think it will, but I don't know how else to get that across to him.
  And so, I am going to stop haranguing him about dirty socks and zip lock bags in the sink. We have more towels than we know what to do with, I don't need to claim a favorite (it's huge, blue and has a hole in the corner). I do need to stop and think more often, try to put myself in his shoes. For someone I seem to pick on he never snaps, he never tells me that my constant need to hold the remote irritates him, he steps over my (15) pairs of shoes on the floor. He is a good man, and I am so happy that he will be a role model for our son.
My point is, we get so busy, so wound up in our own little universes that it's easy to pick out the negatives. We-I- need to stop and pay attention to all of the positives, because, lets be honest. I am pretty damn lucky!