So last night, it was after midnight and I was (finally!) in bed. The room was dark. Darling Husband remembered something that he’s supposed to do, so he said, “I’ll send myself a note on the iPad,” and he turned on the iPad.
Even though the iPad’s brightness was at the lowest setting, my eyes had already adjusted to the pitch dark of the room, so when Darling Husband turned it on, it was like the sun rising from the floor. Too bright, too bright!
So, I was lying there merrily making comments about how my retinas were being burned out, and how when I cover my eyes with my hands I could see my skeleton. I was just about to launch into a comparison of the iPad to a nuclear blast when Darling Husband said, in an off the cuff way, and not joking at all, “You complain a lot.”
“Wait. What? Are you being serious? I complain a lot?”
“Oh yeah. You complain all the time.”
Nobody likes being around someone who complains all the time! Was he serious? Do people cringe when they see me coming because I’ll be the one bringing everyone down?
I needed more intel.
“Wait, wait, wait. Are you serious? You do know I don’t mean most of my complaints, don’t you? I’m just being silly. You know that, right? Have other people noticed?”
“Well, you’re always too hot or too cold or it’s too bright or it’s too loud or you got rained on.”
I lay there silently blinking big sad kitten eyes up at the (now) dark ceiling, considering this revelation.
I must have been too quiet because Darling Husband said, sounding a little surprised at the thought, “Are you sad?”
No, I wasn’t sad, but I wasn’t sure yet what I was, so I said, “I think I am.” But really it was more of a sense of horrified dismay. “I mean, you’ve just told me I have a pretty serious character flaw.”
“Well, not necessarily a character flaw. More of a character trait that we’ve all had to learn to put up with and love you in spite of.”
Ok, now he was just enjoying himself.
So I said, “But I really need to know, because this is embarrassing. Do I really complain all the time? Don’t people know I’m mostly just having fun with things and I’m not really upset?”
And here’s where I’m not sure if he was backpedalling or what, because he said, “Well, come to think of it, maybe you mostly complain at home. Maybe it’s just around us. In fact, that could be the case. I’ll have to observe you around other people.”
But that’s not much better. I don’t want to be the sort of person who treats her own family worse than strangers. Yuck! I don’t like that at all.
And then he said, “And it’s not really that you’re complaining, it’s more like…”
But at that point, I accidentally interrupted him, and then interrupted myself to ask, “It’s more like what?”
And Darling Husband said, “Oh, I just thought of the word for what you do, but I forgot it already.”
I tried to help, “You forgot the word? Is it whine? Grouse?”
“Kvetch? Spout vitriol everywhere I go?”
“No. No, no, no! But I can turn the iPad back on and look in a thesaurus if you like…”
And here it is tomorrow, and he still can’t remember the word that best describes my Terrible Character Flaw, so how can I fix it??
Today was Soup Day. I was a little nervous about talking at Soup Day. What if I started ranting and everyone was rolling their eyes in their minds? (Hey! Rant! Maybe that was the word he was looking for!) Maybe no one wants to hear my complainy rants, and they’ve all been too polite to say so until now.
I’m feeling just a slight bit subdued, and might have to resort to posting pictures of fluffy kittens playing with yarn, superimposed with inspiring quotes from now on.
So, in the vein of not complaining, and without resorting to the kittens, today’s Picture of the Day is of the reading material in Barbetta’s bathroom.
As you can see, they have a little basket in there of books to read. Look at the books.
Barbetta’s serious when she says that she hasn’t read any fiction (except for The Blog, as she so matter-of-factly put it) in two years. Not even in 2 minute blocks while in the bathroom!
And, further in the vein of not complaining, I have to say that I’m extremely impressed by her and so proud of her for all her hard work. I’m not sure why she’s not a quivering heap of jello in the corner of a room by now from how crazy-busy her life has been while she’s been studying for her Nurse Practitioner degree. And, of course, she got straight A’s the whole way through.
It’s really disappointing that for privacy and awkwardness issues, she won’t treat any of her friends, because wouldn’t you want the person who is diagnosing and medicating you to have gotten straight A’s in school?
Oh no! Was that a complaint?! Ugh.
Tomorrow: Kittens and inspiring quotes.