I had several concerned responses to yesterday's blog on falling asleep in pick-up line. These ranged from whether or not I was drooling when I woke up, to whether or not there was now a You tube video of the whole thing.....Then this morning, as I was patiently waiting in line to drop off Little One, a kindly friend knocked on my window and said "Just checkin' to see if you're awake"....
Many people were also concerned that I was not using the A/C. One friend suggested forming a coalition against The Husband to convince him...others suggested ignoring him...the Brother-in-Law might have called him Hitler.....I began to feel a little guilty. Especially when The Husband sent a note saying "Why don't you just write a blog on the 10 ways that I tick you off?" (Ok, The Husband never says "tick you off", but you can fill in that blank). Well, I explained that it would take more than 10 to....ok wait, that isn't sweet. And so today, in honor and appreciation of The Husband, the following are the Top 10...wait....Top 5 reasons that The Husband does NOT tick me off...
1) I had a lovely lunch with a good friend at Grandma's house this week. I will have more to say about this lunch next week...but for now, let me explain that when I got to the house, I lit a candle to help air out the house. After the lunch, I cleaned up and left. Later that afternoon, Little One and I realized that she had left her softball cleats at Grandma's. I called and asked The Husband to pick them up on his way home. Not only did he do this without complaining....but he didn't even yell at me when he discovered that I had...left the candle burning. He calmly walked into the house and said "You may want to be sure to blow out the candle next time.".....I couldn't believe it! Was this my husband? Anyway, this did NOT tick me off...
2) I usually refrain from sending The Husband to any information-gathering meetings, ie pediatrician, orthodontist, vet, school...anything that requires listening and learning...because he will inevitably go, socialize...and come home without knowing anything. But last week's middle-school meeting on lap-tops fell on a bad night. I could not be 2 places at once...so with fear and trepidation...I sent The Husband, begging and pleading with him to PAY ATTENTION. Imagine my surprise when half-way through the meeting, he sends me a detailed e-mail listing all of the information from the meeting. This did NOT tick me off! I was so proud! Of course, then he said he was going to nap the rest of the time...The Husband is always a smart alec....
3) For days I had been craving a soft-serve cone from McDonald's. After the above meeting, the Boy came running in to the house with a cone (melted and half-eaten, but still...) and announced "Dad said to give this to you!")...This did NOT tick me off...
4) Last weekend, while the kids were out playing, I was cooking dinner. The Husband was watching TV in another room. All of a sudden, he comes into the kitchen, turns on the TV to HBO where the 'Sex and the City Movie' is playing. I have seen this movie 432,00 times, but I love it. He turns it on, sits down in a chair, and watches the last 30 minutes with me. He doesn't laugh when I cry...AND he refrains from making his obscene gesture that tells me he thinks it is silly until AFTER the movie......That is The Husband for you..my own version of Mr. Big....This did not tick me off...
5) And finally, 2 nights ago, as the Braves game went on and on...The Boy asked to stay up late and finish it. The Husband responded "No, I want to have some time with your mom." At first, I was a little nervous. What did this mean? Had I done something wrong? But no, to my surprise, we sat in lovely silence, watching the game alone together...This did not tick me off...
And there you have it, 5 reasons why The Husband does not tick me off...and I say this with the acute realisation that it is indeed the small things in life that mean something...and as Meg Ryan said to Tom Hanks in 'You've Got Mail' (I know Thomas, an "oldie" ) ... "all this nothing has meant more to me than so many somethings"....The Husband will know exactly what I mean...
And so until next week, with an appreciation for The Husband...and a happy holiday weekend to all....
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Tuesday, June 16, 2009
On The Sock Drawer and Figuring Out Who I Am
A few weeks ago, The Husband made the declaration that I tend to "let the minutia of life worry me too much." Upon hearing this little tidbit of wisdom, I considered it for a bit and decided he was probably correct. I am a worrier. It is a genetic thing. I come from a long line of worriers. If I finish worrying about something today, I guarantee by tomorrow I will come up with something else to replace it. If you factor in that I have four children (one who is nicknamed The Rebel), it only exacerbates the situation.
About an hour after making his little statement, The Husband sends me the following e-mail:
"My sock drawer is getting low. It has been happening slowly for the last few months. Could you please look into it?"
Ok, now I don't like to be an over-reactor to things....but does anyone besides me see some irony here? For about 2 minutes, it flashed before my eyes that this was what my life had come to... checking on The Husband's sock drawer. Thank goodness I was rescued by The Boy's request to help him find his cup for baseball practice....and then there was the Little One who desperately needed her hair put in a side-ponytail "with no hair sticking out" before she could go to the pool...
I'm not complaining...really I'm not. After all, someone has to make sure the sock drawer is full, find the cup and do the ponytail. It's just that there are days that...well...I guess I let the "minutia" get to me.
I have to quickly flash back to a few years ago when I was in Paris wearing my gorgeous black suit and 4 inch heels and flitting through the halls of the International Gift Show doing my "Oh So Glamorous" job of Retail Director/ Buyer. All the while, The Husband patiently strolled The Boy through the streets of Paris so I could do what I needed to do. And there were never any complaints...and he was totally supportive...and so what I mean to say is...I had my time and I made the decision to be finding cups and helping with ponytails...
It's all relative, isn't it? Like Carrie said in Sex and the City, "The past is like an anchor. Sometimes you have to let go of it to find out who you are now." When I met The Husband, I was a model. Not a model in the Giselle/ Cindy/ Naomi sense of the word...but a model in the "really don't like the job but love the money" sense of the word. If you look really hard in a few episodes of that old tv series "Savannah" (gosh was that a terrible show) or in some old Macy's ads, you can see my "best work". (That is me being sarcastic). I did happen to like the runway stuff...you didn't have to talk to anyone and they didn't put the massive amount of make up on you that required an hour in the make up chair ...you just got to walk up and down the runway wearing some very chic clothes. But after I married The Husband, I had to let go of that job (which is a story for another blog) in order to make our new life work. Then the Director/ Buyer job worked for awhile until the babies came along. But juggling everything from The Husband to the Big Sisters to the babies became too much.....And when you start feeling like you are doing everything poorly...it's always time for a change...
These days, I do what I like to do and need to do. I counsel the older ones, take care of the Little Ones, keep the sock drawer full for The Demanding One...and I write about it....and other things...
The beauty of life was illustrated on the day of the sock drawer discussion. After I checked the drawer (and by the way, discovered 14 pairs of socks...IS THIS REALLY LOW?) ...I sent The Boy to practice and the Little One to the pool...and into my in-box popped a message from an editor telling me that my latest article was being published....so the world came back into color and perspective for me. I am who I am because of all of the intricacies of my life...and I am thankful for all of it...(at least on a good day)
So until tomorrow, when I will officially change the blog address to http://www.cestlaviegirl.blogspot.com/, and hope that all of you will join me there for more discussion of A Day in the Life of me....
About an hour after making his little statement, The Husband sends me the following e-mail:
"My sock drawer is getting low. It has been happening slowly for the last few months. Could you please look into it?"
Ok, now I don't like to be an over-reactor to things....but does anyone besides me see some irony here? For about 2 minutes, it flashed before my eyes that this was what my life had come to... checking on The Husband's sock drawer. Thank goodness I was rescued by The Boy's request to help him find his cup for baseball practice....and then there was the Little One who desperately needed her hair put in a side-ponytail "with no hair sticking out" before she could go to the pool...
I'm not complaining...really I'm not. After all, someone has to make sure the sock drawer is full, find the cup and do the ponytail. It's just that there are days that...well...I guess I let the "minutia" get to me.
I have to quickly flash back to a few years ago when I was in Paris wearing my gorgeous black suit and 4 inch heels and flitting through the halls of the International Gift Show doing my "Oh So Glamorous" job of Retail Director/ Buyer. All the while, The Husband patiently strolled The Boy through the streets of Paris so I could do what I needed to do. And there were never any complaints...and he was totally supportive...and so what I mean to say is...I had my time and I made the decision to be finding cups and helping with ponytails...
It's all relative, isn't it? Like Carrie said in Sex and the City, "The past is like an anchor. Sometimes you have to let go of it to find out who you are now." When I met The Husband, I was a model. Not a model in the Giselle/ Cindy/ Naomi sense of the word...but a model in the "really don't like the job but love the money" sense of the word. If you look really hard in a few episodes of that old tv series "Savannah" (gosh was that a terrible show) or in some old Macy's ads, you can see my "best work". (That is me being sarcastic). I did happen to like the runway stuff...you didn't have to talk to anyone and they didn't put the massive amount of make up on you that required an hour in the make up chair ...you just got to walk up and down the runway wearing some very chic clothes. But after I married The Husband, I had to let go of that job (which is a story for another blog) in order to make our new life work. Then the Director/ Buyer job worked for awhile until the babies came along. But juggling everything from The Husband to the Big Sisters to the babies became too much.....And when you start feeling like you are doing everything poorly...it's always time for a change...
These days, I do what I like to do and need to do. I counsel the older ones, take care of the Little Ones, keep the sock drawer full for The Demanding One...and I write about it....and other things...
The beauty of life was illustrated on the day of the sock drawer discussion. After I checked the drawer (and by the way, discovered 14 pairs of socks...IS THIS REALLY LOW?) ...I sent The Boy to practice and the Little One to the pool...and into my in-box popped a message from an editor telling me that my latest article was being published....so the world came back into color and perspective for me. I am who I am because of all of the intricacies of my life...and I am thankful for all of it...(at least on a good day)
So until tomorrow, when I will officially change the blog address to http://www.cestlaviegirl.blogspot.com/, and hope that all of you will join me there for more discussion of A Day in the Life of me....
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