One of the reasons I love blogging is that as soon as I tell someone what is wrong, it no longer feels as heavy. Yet at the same time I get tired of having to repeat the story after the initial catharsis. Blogging solves both issues! Thank you all for your comments and your support after my MoDay post. It means more than I can say. I feel much better today (as you might notice while reading this post).
The in-laws are fine. I gave Jrex the heads up that he better deflect them if they ask me anything about kids, but so far so good. Mom brought a ton of pre-marinated kalbi and prok (that would be pork. Typo--not a foreign word). She told us to invite friends. We did. That deflected the baby talk and consumed enough food that nothing had to be frozen. Phew. Even the dog seems to be fine.
Before going to work today, Jrex told me he’d heard a ‘70% likely’ rumor that we’d have to move to Palo Alto. This morning he called from the lab to say there was a fat envelope from Stanford outside P’s office. Ugh!!! If we have to move, I want Seattle!!! I want my brother, sister, niece and possibly one of my best friends as consolation prizes. Yeah it rains. Yeah my husband would be so depressed by the gray that he might never move again, but we could ski in the rain! Where else is that possible? I think my co-worker’s comment sums it up: “"Excellent: from rain to earthquakes. And 1.3 million dollar starter homes! You'll be living in the rescue mission!"
But all this brings me to the real hardship of the in-laws visit.* After everything else, I know you’re bracing for impact. And you should!! It’s not everyone who could take all this and keep smiling. This final blow might be the straw on my double-hump back! Are you ready? Sigh. OK. I’ll tell you . . . I missed the Sunday/Monday season finale of Grey’s Anatomy. If you have no sympathy, then you clearly haven’t been watching the show. I mean just last week Meredith gave Derek the smackdown he deserved! Even Jrex was cheering her on. Who knows what I've missed (or where I can get a download or a plot synopsis)?!
After nine years of marriage, you’d think that Jrex would have the marital sympathy thing down. You’d think that when I started wailing and gnashing my teeth after realizing May 14th and 15th had PASSED he would have showered me with love and sympathy. Chocolates. Breakfast in bed. At least a tender shoulder. Yeah, yeah, yeah, he was great for the MoDay drama, but for the really big crisis what did I get? What depths of wisdom? What powerful motivator to keep going? Well, I’ll tell you. He looked at me very lovingly and said, “Honey, I really, really believe you will still wake up tomorrow.”
Hmph. We’ll see about that.
*Please note: in the interest of journalistic integrity I have to inform you that some items are exaggerated just slightly for melodramatic effect.