This is SO embarrassing. DH and I both took this past Thanksgiving week off of work because we were going to work on a bunch of house stuff. We invited friends over for Thanksgiving and had planned to spend most of the day Wednesday prepping food, and then I really wanted to see some movie - maybe The Avengers? - in the late afternoon. Well, all day long DH was doing the food prep in the kitchen,and he didn't seem to be in any hurry to finish things up so that we could make it to the movie. Meanwhile, I...wasn't doing a darn thing. I would ask him if I could help him, and he'd tell me no. So I was literally sitting on the couch watching tv while DH was doing everything to get ready for Thanksgiving the next day. I worked myself into a tizzy over 3 things: 1.) I was SURE that he was just going to keep right on working and we were going to miss the movie, "The ONE thing I really wanted to do all week...of COURSE he'd ignore the ONE THING I wanted to do" ; 2.) I felt completely useless. Here he is,working hard, and I'm just sitting around. Like, why am I even here? ; 3.) I was imagining the meal the next day, and our friends would be like, "Ohh, this is so good..." and DH would go, "Thanks!" And that that would happen over and over and over again, because, well, he made everything and I did nothing. And once again, DH is the superstar spouse and I'm the loser (<---yeah, there's a bit of an issue there that I'm working on).
So, yeah. It's like 30 minutes before the movie starts and DH is done in the kitchen, and he comes out and asks if I'm ready to go. And he finds one pissed off / teary lust2hart. Of course, poor DH is like, "Uhhh...what just happened here?" And how in the world do I explain that I'm pissed because he's getting the Thanksgiving meal ready?? Ugh. So embarrassing.
A year ago I had just switched my BC pill and I was having the most raging PMS crampfest of my entire life. I decided that I could not possibly leave the bed and needed to stay by myself and read a book.
It was a rainy Sunday so DH decided to invite his best friend over to play video games and I decided to read "A Thousand Splendid Suns". I can remember Brandon ducking his head into my bedroom as I was sobbing and hiccuping uncontrollably and asking if there was anything at all that he could do. Such a nice guy. Not my finest moment.
When I was a kid, my little sister watched "Homeward Bound: The Incredible Journey" obsessively. My Mom and I both hated her because no matter if it was the one millionth time we had each seen it, we both cried when Shadow comes over the hill at the end. The worst.
For bonus points DH is a severe sympathy crier. I feel bad for the guy. Nothing like watching my Dad and DH fight back tears through our whole ceremony while I was smiling away. The pictures are pretty priceless.