I married a good man. I really did.
The northeast has been hit with some wickedly cold, early winter weather this year.
Needless to say, I have experienced “The Shining Syndrome.”
What’s that, you ask? Well, it’s what happened to Jack Nicholson when he was barricaded inside an abandoned, haunted hotel with his child and wife in the midst of a huge winter storm. Except in my life’s version, it’s a house about 40,000 square feet smaller than the hotel with three children, 2 weeks before Christmas with countless things to do that must be put on hold until the roads are drivable again. Then, factor in three children (as opposed to one in the movie), two of which are at an age that bickering over everything under the sun is inevitable, add in snow and multiple trips out in it, lasting a maximum of an hour each time, followed by random meltdowns. I love it and hate it, all wrapped up in one emotion called crazy:)
All that being said, I still love to take advantage of the days that I am forced to stay home because I do all the things that I normally don’t have time to do. For instance, in the morning, I cleaned out my pantry that was filled with enough expired food to feed a small village, organized all of the miscellaneous nonsense in the bottom of the pantry, and discovered the hardwood floor underneath it all! I washed the floor and felt so accomplished. Sometimes, it’s the little things that you don’t realize are driving you nuts and when you get them in order, it’s so relieving. Or maybe I’m crazy, pregnant, and nesting early. One or the other.
I worked out in my basement, took a shower and even washed my hair! Wow, you’re impressed, but seriously, I have the hair that hardly ever needs to be washed. Number 1, it’s red, and every time I wash it, it gets a little lighter. Number 2, my scalp produces absolutely no oil, so it will never have that greasy look. I put on my new favorite maternity shirt and leggings, some makeup, and came downstairs, totally refreshed. I know this sounds ongoing, but I’m setting you up for my coming meltdown, and aside from pregnancy hormones, these little details really matter;) Maternity clothes suck and they’re so overpriced, so to find a shirt that I was absolutely in love with not only made me feel a little prettier and less like a gorilla, but just comfy. Being comfy while pregnant is a rarity.
So I come downstairs and my husband asks if I want to bake cookies. I didn’t even think about it, I just said, “no.” I just didn’t feel like it. Then he said, “If I help you make cookies, do you want to make cookies?” This made me smile. Of course. I love when we cook together and naturally, he’s not a super Christmasy type of guy. He willingly does all my funny traditions, but he wouldn’t if I didn’t. He’s more of a Thanksgiving kind of guy. So I go into my newly cleaned pantry and reach to the top shelf for the ingredients, and what happens, but the bottle of red wine vinegar tips over. My hands are full and the horrible smelling acid is pouring down my neck, all over my new shirt, covering my feet, and my entire pantry. Natural to me, obscenities start flying, followed by a pathetic attempt to put everything in the sink that I was holding and begin mopping up the disaster I just created. Cue crazy hormones. I seriously started sobbing. Maybe it was because for the first time in a year, I had cleaned my pantry and I had just earned the bonus of cleaning it two times in one day. Maybe it’s because I washed my hair, which was now doused in red wine vinegar. But I’m pretty sure it was mostly because I destroyed my new, over priced, stupid comfy shirt. J came in and saw me and I love him so much for not laughing at me because I would have died if I saw this happen to someone else. (He’s become very smart around pregnant women.)
I went upstairs, cleaned myself up, and came back down, fully ready to enjoy my own pity party and I had no intention of touching anything to do with cookies. Instead, I found my husband getting all the ingredients ready, a glass of red wine, and Christmas music playing. It seriously made me fall in love with him all over again.
That is why I picked a good one! In the moment where I wanted to just wallow in my own ridiculousness, he knew exactly what I needed and helped me through it. Had things gone my way, I would have been in a lousy mood the rest of the day, but this is why he is my better half. He knew I just needed some Christmas music, a little red wine (don’t judge, all of my babies have turned out just fine with a glass here and there) and support, even when what he’s supporting is an irrational, pregnant woman.