Every morning I attempt to catch up on my overflowing DVR list while eating breakfast and watching Olivia eat her toys while standing, sitting and then crawling. My cup runneth over with excitement, as you see. (And don't pretend that you're all fulfilled with staying at home. TV enters the equation and you know it. Or you're a robot and we can't be friends.) Anyway, today I was watching Modern Family from last week and fell over myself to text my husband when Cam yelled at Mitchell, "Could you just witness my pain instead of criticizing it?"
I don't know why guys and girls are wired so differently. It seems as
if we get together under astronomical odds, and homosexuals were
actually following the Darwinian path of least resistance, insofar as
relationship harmony goes. (One day it will be equally difficult to be
yourself and start up a relationship for all. I believe that
wholeheartedly.) When I have a bad day, I turn to my husband, which at
this point should tell me that Rafiki would still be hitting me upside
the head with his stupid walking stick. How have I not learned to
For the record, when I call my husband and say, "This has been the worst
day ever," and then I burst into tears, I have a specific response in
my mind. He should say, "Honey, you poor thing. Why don't I come home
right now and I'll take care of Liv while you tell me all about it?"
What I get is, "Yeah, well, why don't we just seal the ashes container
we've already got, blah, blah (sounds of typing in background)." While
he means well (and my imagined response is anything but fair), I just
wish guys understood that any attempt to fix the problem is not only
useless but infuriating.
Often times women have decided their course of action before even
turning to you for emotional support. We may have just fought for hours
to get something done and just be so close (yet so far) that we need
you to listen to our anger so we can get past it. If you tell me how
you would do it, it's as if you're saying that I am incapable of doing
it right without your help. If I wanted you to tell me how to do it, I
would be very specific. I would not call crying. I would not go on and
on about how hard it has been up to now. I would say something like,
"Honey, do you know where I can buy an urn for the baby?" That's it.
Until I say that sentence, please assume I just want a listening ear.
There are days where all I do is play with Liv, run errands and wait
until the clock hits 5:30 (and please be home on time because I do watch
the clock for the last hour). But there are days where I am completely
destroyed by this loss and the best I can do is choke back the tears so
I don't upset Liv. Thanks for listening.