Saturday night I realized I lost something important to me. I think I handled it well? I didn’t cry or panic, that defines handling it well in my opinion! I was comforted by Mr. G that it could be replaced. All was fine and good. Then last night I found what was lost. I was really happy, actually I was jumping and shouting in the kitchen happy. As we were brushing our teeth last night and I was still riding my high, Mr. G looked at me and said, ” Now remember what we have learned…” and without missing a beat I jumped in and started ticking things off on my fingers… “It’s just a material possession; it can be replaced; you weren’t mad at me.” I am the best at self-lecturing! I always beat myself up…no one else is beating me up or fussing at me, but I can chew myself out like no one else! Do you remember the old song by “Lit” with the line “I am my own worst enemy / every now and then I kick the living sh** out of me”? I relate to that song! But it was very nice to have an instance where I was “self-lecturing” without the tears. It’s something I am truly working on and Mr. G and I talk about it frequently. But what I find funny is the number of times our deep conversations occur in the bathroom? Are we the only married couple who does this? Please tell me we aren’t?
Posted by: griswoldfun | April 22, 2010