Hypochondria is hitting hard
I’m trying not to be paranoid …
That is quite different from someone in the same city having it. He is right here.
I am a hypochondriac in the best of times. This is not the best of times, and I’m freaking out.
He is claiming that the contagious period is past, and that he feels fine, but ohhhhhh. I hate this.
Just last night, Darling Husband was asked to do something that would require going into a virtual “it”-zone — germs a-plenty. He refused, not sure of how serious it might be if he got it — knowing how soon we are going to be trying.
And now, after his heroic efforts, I am back in the danger zone.
I’m going to go wash my hands again. Ew. Ew. Ew. Ew. EW!
Bye-bye, baby tees
When we got engaged, I stopped wearing graphic tees.
Just stopped completely, even though I had about a million of those American Eagle suckers.
The reason? Well, it didn’t seem right to wear a gorgeous sparkly engagement ring with the graphic tees that I wore all through university. I also stopped wearing cords and cargo pants — too sloppy for the presense of a diamond.
My new ring was an accessory that I would never take off — so my wardrobe automatically re-formed around it.
When we got married, I stopped wearing hoodies. Same reasoning. It just didn’t “go.” It was not wife-ly. In fact, my wardrobe has changed a lot in the (almost) one year we have been married …
- The graphic tees have been replaced by plain long-sleeved tees or button-down cotton polos.
- My hoodies have been replaced with cardigans (oh, so many cardigans) and thin-knit sweaters.
- I have blouses — a totally new item.
- When I decided last summer was “the year of the dress,” I bought about ninety.
- I started wearing a watch. No, not my pink Baby G — an actual watch “with sticks,” as I still call it.
- I have started buying Hush Puppies (instead of Payless BOGOs)
- I own two sensible trenchcoats — one black, one beige with Burberry lining (stolen from Mom)
I realized that I have slowly been creating not only a “wife” wardrobe, but a “mom” wardrobe, without even realizing it. I’m wearing clothes now that I know I will be wearing when I have kids. It’s a weird feeling, like stepping outside my body and watching myself grow up.
But even though I may be wearing a blouse, dress pants and a grown-up watch, you can bet that I’m also wearing Happy Bunny underwear, glitter nail polish, and Hannah Montana Collection heart-shaped earrings. Some things won’t change.
The anti-social butterfly
I disobeyed the internet.
It told me to go, and I didn’t.
I told a little white lie to get out of the social event I mentioned yesterday — the one I really didn’t feel like attending.
As soon as I bowed out, I felt so relieved. I was free, free, FREE! Free to spend my Friday night doing anything my selfish little heart desired.
The old me would have went reluctantly, and felt awkward all night. But I am not a social butterfly (go Google “understatement of the century”), and I’m sick of putting on a happy face and going to events where I feel miserable.
What’s wrong with me?
I get lonely in a crowd,
Everyone is smiling,
But I made myself left out.
I have reached a point where I just don’t want to be forced into things. So now that I was free, what was on the agenda for my exciting Friday night? It had been an insane week, so I just wanted to relaaaaaax.
Darling Husband was working (unhappy sigh), but Little Sis had been kind enough to loan me her car. So I had a lovely dinner downtown with her and her bestie, H. Then I drove myself to The Happiest Place on Earth and stocked up on glorious art supplies (until they kicked me out at closing). Finally, I trucked home and had a super-long bath in the jacuzzi. Ahhhhh.
As I learned last week, it’s all about taking a stand and doing what you want to do — not what you feel forced to do. I lied this time, because a flat-out refusal would have insulted someone specific, but next time I think I might bow out honestly.
Three cheers for choosing sistas and art-supply-shopping over smelly bars and expensive cab rides!
My husband rocks
Dear Darling Husband,
I am blown away. You just completely surprised me!
In the middle of my chaotic afternoon, you strolled into my office, holding coffee, tea, and chocolate-chip cookies. You were able to stay and visit with me for 20 minutes before dashing out into the rain to Job B.
You joked that this would make a perfect blog post for “My Husband Rocks” Friday. You were absolutely right. I am so glad you started reading my blog at work in secret, on the tiny screen of your BlackBerry.
Thank you for giving me a surprise date with you, in the middle of my workday. I can’t even begin to tell you how much it meant to me.
Love, your wife
xoxo
xoxo
The internet is trying to tell me something
Technology sucks, sometimes.
I am supposed to go to something tonight, and I really, really, really don’t want to go.
Well, 99 per cent of me does not want to go, and would rather go home on this rainy day and paint. Alone.
The other one per cent feels obligated. Zero per cent of me actually thinks I would have a good time.
So I did the logical thing — I Googled “decision making” and found the equivilient of flipping a coin. I asked the wise piece of programming “Should I go?” and …
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