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becomingkateThis is like the stupidest thing ever to get upset about but I'm annoyed that I bought a brand new outfit for my son to wear as a sheep in the Christmas pageant, because they told me there were grey sheep hats left so I bought a grey outfit because it was easier to find than white which they said was the other color that was left over to pick from.
There were no grey sheep heads. At all. There was black, and white.
So he wore a grey outfit with a white head. I'm a little bit OCD about these kinds of things but it just looks dumb. Yes, he is only 6 and yes this was 2 days after the CT massacre and we were lucky to have our kids safe and sound and doing a Christmas pageant. But I look at the pictures and just...ugh.
It's like when I get into bed and I know that the wrong end of the top sheet is at my head (you know the end that has the narrow hem instead of the thick one that's supposed to go at the head of the bed EVERYONE BUT MY HUSBAND KNOWS THIS, RIGHT??)
Yes yes, I should make the bed myself. I do some things myself, after my husband has done them. I go back and fix it and I don't say a word for weeks because I'm a little saint and then oops, I get mad about something else and I let the fact slip that I go and rearrange the dishwasher after he loads it.
I know I'm the lunatic in the family, but I'm HIS lunatic and he should be accomodating of that.
I'm going in for a procedure on Jan. 10 to get rid of some bladder stones and he has to pick me up and take me home and stay with me the day after, because I'm being put under and I need someone with me for 24 hours after. This should be interesting. He's never really had to take care of me like that, except when I had my c-section which wasn't all that bad because I recovered so quickly from that. And we had a baby, of course, that I needed to tend to so I couldn't be completely helpless. But this....I'm so milking this for what it's worth.
There were no grey sheep heads. At all. There was black, and white.
So he wore a grey outfit with a white head. I'm a little bit OCD about these kinds of things but it just looks dumb. Yes, he is only 6 and yes this was 2 days after the CT massacre and we were lucky to have our kids safe and sound and doing a Christmas pageant. But I look at the pictures and just...ugh.
It's like when I get into bed and I know that the wrong end of the top sheet is at my head (you know the end that has the narrow hem instead of the thick one that's supposed to go at the head of the bed EVERYONE BUT MY HUSBAND KNOWS THIS, RIGHT??)
Yes yes, I should make the bed myself. I do some things myself, after my husband has done them. I go back and fix it and I don't say a word for weeks because I'm a little saint and then oops, I get mad about something else and I let the fact slip that I go and rearrange the dishwasher after he loads it.
I know I'm the lunatic in the family, but I'm HIS lunatic and he should be accomodating of that.
I'm going in for a procedure on Jan. 10 to get rid of some bladder stones and he has to pick me up and take me home and stay with me the day after, because I'm being put under and I need someone with me for 24 hours after. This should be interesting. He's never really had to take care of me like that, except when I had my c-section which wasn't all that bad because I recovered so quickly from that. And we had a baby, of course, that I needed to tend to so I couldn't be completely helpless. But this....I'm so milking this for what it's worth.
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Date: 2012-12-20 08:11 pm (UTC)Because I'm not really OCD, but I'm an OCD planner.
I want to know what I'm doing and when. What is this really, what should I bring, where are the exits, who will be there and at what time, do what you say you're going to do and let me know/explain if something changes. If you tell me you will do something, plan on DOING it, and I expect some sort of dialog about why you cannot, if you find you cannot. Do NOT just show up 2 hours late and THEN tell me what happened. Do NOT change the meeting place when I'm already at the old one. That stuff will make me fucking. nuts. in very short order. Drives my best friend crazy. I'm like "No. What night would you like to get together. No 'I'll text you', what night do you think NOW so I can plan accordingly? That way, if it changes, I will at least have a loose plan of what I need to do and when and it won't screw everything up."
It goes back to how I was raised. I had NO control over ANYTHING so now...
I'm not really a control freak. I don't try to control OTHER people and I've got "organized messes" all over my apartment. I'm not messy, but I am a clutterer but FFS if someone TELLS me there are grey sheep heads at the store there better BE grey sheep heads because I bought a grey outfit and HOW HARD IS THIS REALLY???
So either we're both crazy, or we're both not crazy, but I know that feel, bro.
And good luck on your procedure. That's always one of my fears. If I ever got hurt or sick or needed something like that done, well... I'm screwed. I either get it done in MN and stay at a hotel, where I have at least 3 Creepy friends who could come feed me, change my diaper, and clean up the blood in rotating shifts, or... profit???
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Date: 2012-12-20 08:52 pm (UTC)Yes, I am a clutterer too! I may need these things some day! The second I start throwing things away, my son goes "Where is that drawing I did last week?" or my husband goes "Where is that scrap piece of paper with the phone number on it?"
Thanks...the guy is practically phobic about hospitals and procedures, so I don't know how his bedside manner will be, but at least I have someone to drive me home.
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Date: 2012-12-20 09:37 pm (UTC)Good luck with your procedure, and yes, definitely milk it for all its worth! :D
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Date: 2012-12-20 11:16 pm (UTC)I hope you are spoiled that day! I would help if I could. :)