Tuesday, June 1, 2010

Crying Over Spilt Milk

Last week I had one of those days where I kept blubbering about everything (blubbering is a word my dad would use . . . although, if I actually think about the image of someone "blubbering," I don't really think I was doing that). Anyway, the things I kept crying over were so not cry worthy that when Mike, trying understandingly to help, asked, "Now, what part of this exactly is upsetting you?" I blubbered all the more because I couldn't possibly defend why I was crying when even I saw there was absolutely nothing at all that I was telling him that warranted a cry.

When Mike got home, in his wisdom (or perhaps for want of knowing what else to do with me), he sent me off to Target while he put the kids to bed.

I wandered about -- sniffling a little -- looking at books and kids' clothes, and trying all the samples by the bakery with no shame because, I reasoned, it was only me sampling (and not my entire usual little posse) and because they would be closing soon and would probably have to throw their little donut and brownie pieces out and also because I was sad for absolutely no logical reason.

I found some cool shorts for Abe and called him to describe them to him before buying as he has begun to question my judgement of cool (even though my cool judgement is super great). I made sure to describe the Hawaiian themed shorts more in terms of palm leaves than large flowers, and he was on board. I also bought Goldie a little clearanced panda bear shirt because she loves a good panda. Then I tried to really determine which watermelon was best by studying them all very closely even though I wasn't positive what I was studying them for.

On my way home, I buckled the watermelon I'd purchased safely and snugly into Jesse's car seat. It seemed the natural thing to do what with watermelons propensity for rolling and my habits so accustomed to buckling up car seats anyway.

When I got home, I told Mike he was a nice husband for listening to me cry over things that even I myself could see no reason to cry over. Then I added, "What would I do if things were reversed and you were the one calling me and crying all the time? I'd probably tell you to quit your whining -- that I got enough of that from the kids all day." Then I asked, "So why don't you cry all the time?" He assured me that he did -- that that was what his long commute each day was for. So I laughed. Then I realized that our little dish scrubber was smelling moldy and I'd forgotten to buy a new one and I nearly cried again. Ohh it makes me laugh now. Girls are crazy. Being one is awesome.

P.S. I'm very happy, and often I go so long with out crying that I can hardly remember the last time I did cry (which actually makes me feel hardened because what kind of a girl does that? Were supposed to cry A LOT . . . even though that's CRA-ZY. Hmm. Danged if we do and danged if we don't).

12 comments:

marzee said...

I'm not much of a crier . . . but when I do - it's a bit ridiculous too. And I love that you buckled up the watermelon. That alone should have shooed those tears away.

Krista said...

What is that about? If you get it figured out let me know (sniff). I think you were low on chocolate. That always helps me.

Tia Juana said...

Please tell Mr. Mikity Mike that he is very lucky to be married to you because if he was married to someone like me, he would want to poke his eyeballs out because of all the crying all the time. I cry when I'm sad, when I'm mad, when I'm embarrassed, frustrated, overwhelmed - oh, and when I'm empathetic or sympathetic I also cry, meaning if I see someone else crying I start to cry even if I don't know the real reason why they're a crying. So, um, he is lucky.

And, here's the real thing though. I am having Rachel's graduation party on Saturday and I have to buy like umpteen thousand watermelons and since you have that big megatron van with umpteen thousand seatbelts, I was wondering if you could help me buy them and buckle them in your van and drive them home for me. Otherwise, I am left with roly poly watermelons all over my van. This is not good and might just leave me crying over spilt watermelon guts.

Lara said...

Now, that kind of day would fall under the "sigh" category. No particular reason but somehow every little thing contributes and adds up. Hopefully you got all the cry out and can move on. Hang in there.

Kelly said...

Hey maybe last week was our week! I cried too! I seem to get down when I feel like I am too busy to be the mother or wife that I think I should be or want to be! Darn we should have talked...maybe we are "cycling" at the same time even though we live clear across town from each other! Creepy...what are the odds of that happening like 1 in 30? CRAZY!

Madsens said...

Oh!! How fun that you got to go to Target ALL BY YOURSELF!! I'm happy for you, but a little jealous! I hate the days I cry for no reason!! It's hard being a girl sometimes, that why God gave us girlfriends:)

Mugsy said...

Hee hee that is so great and I am just waititng for you to tell me your pregnant. I like that Mike said he cried all the time. I wish I could see that for real, especially with the dramatics of us women.

Kit J said...

Well as Dr. Swift so aptly put it...."you come from a loooooong line of emotional woman" and that is all you ever have to tell your husband, me, anyone, the world...it isn't our fault...it is that looooooong line.....Here is how to know if a watermelon is good...thump it...if it sounds like when you thump your belly it is good...if it sounds like when you thump your head it is not ripe...seriously a very knowledgeable man in the produce department told me this last year and it has not led me astray since but do buckle them up..I forgot he told me that too.....

jami said...

oh so funny. we girls are funny like that, aren't we? sometimes i think "man. men get gold stars in heaven for being married to us!" :) yes. the tears flow at my house too -- but i'm with meg. the ENTIRE time i was reading this i thought "i bet she's prego" :) because i cry, but i REALLY cry over EVERYTHING when i'm pregnant.... i want the call after meg. :)

ps-i was CRACKING up about your buckled watermelon and wishing i'd been that smart when i just went to the store and bought one. next time. :)

jami said...

ps - i love the pic of you guys in this post ... and i love the mountains in the back. something about the entire thing screams utah to me and it made me just a little bit homesick. :)

Nancy said...

NO no no. I'm not pregnant. Maybe I'm just crazy, or maybe I'm "cycling" in sync with Kelly!

Perla said...

just catching up. sorry for the cry day. luckily i could come over to visit you on mine last week. haven't had any for awhile either. love you.

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