I love it when my husband reminds me that I’m being stupid.
If you know me at all, you know that I write just like I think. Looking at the first sentence of this post I can see how it can be taken the wrong way. Very wrong. You know when you are texting someone and they text you back with a response, and to you that response sounds really malicious? When, in all actuality, their response was innocent. Without a tone of voice, many things can become misconstrued. Case in point, my first sentence.
My husband doesn’t think I’m stupid. He just reminds me when I am being stupid.
Still not working. Let me set up the scene:
The husband and I are both getting ready to go somewhere. I’ve already fixed my hair and put on my makeup and I’m in the process of getting dressed. I put on a pair of jeans, then change them. I do the same with my shirt, and then with my shoes. I then make my way into the bathroom to check everything out as my husband does his finishing touches in the bathroom mirror.
“Do I look okay?” I say.
“Duh, you look beautiful,” he responds.
“You didn’t even look at me!”
He looks. “You always look beautiful.”
I push my way to find a spot in front of him to see myself in the bathroom mirror. I check out my behind. I leave. I go to the kitchen to check out my gooloo in a different mirror from a different angle. I sigh.
One minute later I return to the bathroom, shove my way in front of the husband again, and check out my behind…again.
“Why do you keep looking at your butt?” he asks.
I sit down on the toilet…not to use the toilet, but just as a place to sit. “I haven’t been working out as much, and I think my butt’s getting bigger,” I confess.
“I know, but I really do think it’s getting bigger.”
“Well, it’s not. Lots of people don’t work out all the time and their butts don’t automatically get bigger. You look beautiful.”
“Thank you. You’re pretty sweet. And smart.”
I’m not dissatisfied with my body in any way, but crazy, stupid thoughts like that come creeping in my mind every now and then. It’s awfully nice having the perfect person there to remind me when my brain is being irrational.
Now does my first sentence make sense?