I have a theory on women that relates to purses: when a woman is upset and starts bringing random issues from weeks, months, or years ago into the argument I call it "cleaning out her purse". She is bringing up all of the things that she has tucked away in her purse and something triggers her to start dumping it out. So now men can know why they are getting hit with a comment they said two weeks ago. They just got hit with an old stick of gum from her purse.
Well, it had nothing to do with him, but last night after a truly trying day I did needed to dump a lot of my feelings of inadequacy and frustrations about some things; the state of my body, the constant crying (the girls not me), the frustrations I have with not being able to get out of the house on my own, my guilt over constantly having to attend to Olivia while my little Abby is happy on her own, the fact that there is no room for us down stairs...just so much that needed to come on out. So in true man fashion, he went into "fix-it" mode, which, for once, I really needed. We are going to turn the dining room (my beautiful dining room, sniff, sniff) into a playroom for now. And we developed a plan on how to get the girls on a schedule.
So that's what we are doing today; listening to fussy babies as they try to figure out why they can't have their bottles on demand. I know in the long run it will be better for all of us, so I can handle a few rough days with help from Gary. Surprisingly it is going pretty well, but it is probably just Gary's soothing presence...and I am not even joking about that.
I am working on something for tomorrow. I would like to get my own weekly thing going on Fridays so I am busy busy with that today. Have a great Thursday!