unworthy
Written by patty on August 1st, 2008A friend stopped by my office today and asked if my ear situation was making me dizzy. No, not that. Was it turning me into a cranky beyotch? Why yes, that’s it exactly.
I couldn’t hear out of my right ear yesterday. Between the pickaxe sensation coming back every few hours and my inability to hear anything short of screaming, I was already a little irritable. Then I got a surprise call from the nice man on Martha’s Vineyard whose house we’re renting the last two weeks of August, telling me our deposit was due immediately or we’d risk losing our reservation.
After sprinting out of the house to the closest FedEx box that has 7 p.m. pickup, my boys reminded me we had to go to the grocery store. We stumbled into the Food Extortion down the street, where the boys practiced their best mumbling skills and I repeatedly shouted “I CAN’T HEAR YOU!” as we made our way through the aisles.
By the time my husband came home, I was in a death spiral. Trying to update the template for this blog, I had long passed irritable and was within Crankyland’s city limits. As he kindly shared his knowledge of Web hosting software while not getting within biting distance of the psychopath, he was sitting to my right and I was hearing roughly every third word.
Following what can only be characterized as my hissy fit, this patient and good man I married 14 (or is it 13?) years ago had the good sense to walk away, leaving me on the porch to sulk while I turned my attention to my job for the next few hours. He figured out which template I wanted and uploaded it to the server himself.
He’s golfing with old friends today, something he does exactly once a year.
I hope you’re having a great day, babycakes. Lord knows you’ve earned it.
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Haha! Isn’t marriage the best? It’s so nice to still be able to throw the occasional hissy fit as an adult. So important to find the kind of guy who’ll let you do that and not get fazed. I’ve got one of those myself.