I don't get women (and other obvious observations)

Work sent me to Cleveland and St. Louis week. The wife called two or three times a day to say she missed me and couldn't wait until I got home.

This wasn't empty rhetoric, because when I got home last night, I was greeted with much excitement and hugging. Later in the night, I wondered if three calls a day wasn't, you know, a touch excessive. Especially when each call is a variation on, "I can't wait until you're home." That didn't go over so well.

Today she refuses to talk to me. And, one can only assume, can't wait until I go out of town next week. I give up.