Moment of Clarity

Do you ever have one of those days where you find yourself crying over unimportant things? Like because your husband comes home after a long morning of running errands with some Jack in The Box, and he didn't even bother to ask you if you wanted anything? So you ask him why he didn't call and ask you if you wanted something.  And he says he didn't want to tempt you because you'd been so good on your diet for weeks, and because you asked him not to offer you any fast food anymore. And the truth is you didn't really want Jack in The Box in the first place, but how dare he even do something that you asked him to do? Then all of a sudden you burst into tears, and your husband is looking at you like you grew two heads, and one of those heads is spinning around spitting out pea soup, and he is flipping open his phone to call an exorcist which he obviously has on speed dial (because he is married to a crazy lady).

But then it occurs to you that maybe you aren't crying because of your missed encounter with a cheeseburger, but because of the amount of pressure in your head. You know the sinus infection you have, that is making you feel like there a rhino trying to charge its way out of your skull. And usually you aren't such a cry baby about things like being sick, but this has been hurting for days, and you are just plum exhausted. Also your heat isn't working, and Long Beach has been pummeled by storms for days, so there is no sunshine and you are cold 100% of the time. So you're frustrated that you are paying $875 a month for rent,  for a place with no heat. When you could live in Alabama, and probably own your own bigger home with central heat and air! And you're watching TV thinking I wish I lived in the Jersey Shore house, because it looks warm there. Then you feel kinda of dirty inside, because you are even watching Jersey Shore.

So now you know you are just having a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day.  And your remember why you love your little duplex in the first place. And you tell your husband this mini-break down has nothing to do with his behavior. But he is kind, and basically spends the rest of the day taking care of you, while you hide under the covers and cuddle with one warm golden retriever. And the day turns out not so bad after all.