A lesser woman would have freaked out. Would have erupted into a mess of tears and a thousand-word-tirade. Or, well, considering the fact that we’re talking about me, the tirade probably would have been much longer than just a thousand words. Anyway…
There I was sitting at work, calling my hubby to tell him that I’d be a bit late getting home. The conversation went like this:
Nate: I’m actually heading out myself.
Me: Oh, yeah? What for?
Nate: I need supplies.
Me: What for?
(I’m a bit nosy)
Nate: I have to fix the hole.
Me: Wait, what hole?
Nate: Hmmm, I kind of put a large hole in the wall, so I need to fix it.
Yes, a lesser woman would have blown up right then and there. And if you ask me, a lesser woman would have caused a bit of a scene when she walked into her living room and then saw the before-mentioned hole. See, Nate and I had ordered a new TV with tax-returns, since our tiny one was causing guests to go cross-eyed. (I, personally, was fine with it. The TV I mean. Not the cross-eyed guests). And the flat-screen TV can hang on the wall, which seemed like the modern, spiffy thing to do. Except, in order to hide the cords running from the TV, Nate had to make a small incision in the wall… which turned into major surgery.
But I’m not a lesser woman. So I just stood there calmly, took in my husband who was patching up the hole, and then asked, “So what do you want for dinner?”
And I was proud of myself! After all, the hole was already there. What would screaming do? (Besides, my husband is very good at patching up holes in walls. I’ve seen him in action before, so really there are no worries there).
Twenty minutes later, I was sitting at the kitchen table with my laptop… Suddenly, the kitchen light-fixture let go of the ceiling and smashed into a thousand pieces all around me. I haven’t touched that light since we moved in, so it’s not like we just cleaned it and then didn’t put it up right. No, that light was the plainest light fixture you could find, so I imagine that it’s ruin gave it the most attention it’s ever received. I sat there, frozen, wondering if I should run outside, in case the roof was finally caving in from the snow.
Why cry over a light that’s already broken, especially when the light was an ugly one?
But when the closet door started to open by itself, and I just tilted my head and wondered why a closet door would open by itself, I began to feel concerned. Am I just being a better woman or have I lost my ability to panic?
I have come to the conclusion that I am just over-tired, so each response has been super low-key. So Nate lucked out and picked the perfect time to put a hole in our wall. And I picked a perfect couple of days to play hooky (approved hooky, by the way. My managers approved the time off). So today, instead of going to work, I shall be shopping-till-I’m-dropping with my mom and sister. And tomorrow, I shall be spending the entire day with my hubby. If that doesn’t bring me back to normal, than I don’t know what else would. 🙂
(Oh, by the way, my cats have apparently learned how to open closet doors if they’ve been accidentally locked inside).