OK, so the last post was a little bit Sound of Music (thanks Sean) . . . maybe RaisingCayne's comments were a little more realistic. At least they got more of a laugh out of The Sister.
You'll have to forgive me. If I don't focus on things like that sometimes, I'll end up committed to a mental hospital before the new year. You know how your body has that fight or flight reaction at danger, like when you find a bear in your backyard? I kind of feel like that now. Like the moment my Dr. left, my body went into that survival mode . . . I gotta stick around fighting, 'cause if I stop to think about all the things looming ahead, and all the crappy little things day to day, I'll end up running. Sometimes I do that with the Little Mary Sunshine in me.
I could post about the bathroom mirror that's broken and won't get replaced until I find a handyman who can remove the damn decorative mounts.
Or the unnamed cable company (rhymes with Bombast) that can't figure out how to switch my service to the modem in my house and cuts off my Internet now and then.
Or the fact that I've lost key managers on 75% of my client engagements (read, "do it yourself, Mrs. - Senior Manager - Chako").
But all that seems pretty petty when you bump that up against the fact that DrChako and company are carrying weapons to breakfast and tourniquets in their pockets because they are stuck in our favorite hell hole trying to help people who will never really like us that much.
So your stuck with the occasional post about rainbows and kittens . . . and John Cusack. And Edward Norton. And Hugh Jackman.
Speaking of which, Nana Judy sent me a Cusack movie to watch . . . (*sigh*) . . .
Now I must get some sleep - I have a 7 a.m. flight to catch for work tomorrow.
Respectfully submitted,
The Wife
2 comments:
The Wife,
My new friend. Each of us cope a different way with different issues. Today I locked everyone out of my studio (where the Radio magic is done) so I wouldn't get bothered for a fourth day with computer issues.
Doc is okay. He loves you and your strength is the amazing part of your marriage. I respect you for the ability to stay while he is off helping others halfway across the world.
Keep fighting, loving your kids and your hubby, smiling at the crap you have to deal with at work and keep moving. Keep busy.
Time is ticking away until your love of your dreams, hopes and life will be back holding you in his arms.
You can keep on posting, cause I'll keep on reading.
You know how to reach me if you need to cry. Or call the sister, nana.
Remember you are not, never will be alone.
He's almost home.
All my best,
Sean
Dear sister...
Maslow's heirarchy of needs is brillant because he has made it ok for everything to be relative. I say to you this, remember that one should not compare how hard things are in thier life based upon how difficult things are in someone elses life. It's the same flawed sense of logic that follows a parent who says to thier kid, "You should eat all your lima tofu spout beans because there are children starving in Ethiopia." Things are difficult right now, and you should be allowed to feel that it's difficult no matter how much "more" difficult you may perceive life to be for someone you know. You will never hear me say to you "well at least your not (insert whatever ailment, environment, or issue you desire here)." Your hardships are just as hard on you as Dr. Chako's are on him. They are just different.
On another note...with everything you have going on in your life, you still manage to give my doggy lots of love and attention. I am so grateful to you and the boys for loving her as you do!
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