I came home from work on Friday and made a beeline for the couch where I assumed a horizontal position and quickly started whining because I had lost my cell phone. There was flailing and pouting and maybe one half-assed attempt to feel for the phone behind the couch cushions. But mostly there was a lot of crying, “MY PHONE IS GONE! AND I’M HUNGRY! AND THE FOOD IS TOO FAR AWAY!”
Woe is me!
Jim was so patient with me. He just kissed my forehead and let the crazy run its course. Then he pulled back one of the couch cushions, uncovering my cell phone.
When the Cell Phone Crisis of 2009 was over we went to dinner. (Someplace close so I could eat RIGHT AWAY.)
When we came home, Jim let me open a little present that he was going to save for our one year anniversary on June 8.
A little pea necklace! Cute, right?
Sometimes I feel guilty that Jim has to bear the brunt of all my crazy. It’s just that when I see him I know I’m home and I can finally just be me. And sometimes being me = whining on the couch. (Sorry, Jim. I only let you see me like that because I know you’ll love me no matter what.)