Simmering..
- November 11th, 2007 1:44 am
You know, I’m not comfortable yet with divulging details of my marriage with the internet. However, I am comfortable with telling you that at this very moment I am so angry with my husband, I might possibly pull out each of his eyelashes individually. One at a time.
Believe me, he has a lot of eyelashes. long, pretty ones. THAT I AM GOING TO YANK OUT!
Men just aren’t as considerate as women. bottom line. Don’t get your panties in a wad. I do not expect him to be considerate all of them time; rather, I expect him to NOT be inconsiderate.
Leaving my mail in the floorboard of your truck and not carrying it into the house for two weeks is inconsiderate! Particularly, when it was just my mail. Not your own. Your own was carried into the house. You didn’t leave your own in your truck. Just my pile, my little pile.
I don’t get excited over mail. Normally, I could not care less. However, in this particular mail was a notification telling me I had been nominated for a rather prestigious biology award at my school. However, I was finally informed that I had mail the day after the deadline for accepting had passed.
This was very, very important to me.
I guess this isn’t all just about this one letter, this one award, this one particular time for inconsideration. It’s the peak of a growing mountain, a simmering volcano, a something else that does something else huge.
I’m grateful for my family. I’m very much in love with my husband. I’m very much in love with my daughter. My life is wonderful.
I realize that I am lucky. However, I also realize that I am entitled to frustration. I am entitled to sulking. I am entitled to be myself.
It’s a culmination, really; it wasn’t the award itself I wanted. But as a person, a mother, a wife, a student, a woman, a human being, I feel like positive things are rarely acknowledged, awards are rarely distributed. So what if it was silly?
Sometimes, I just need recognition. I need to know that what I am doing is wonderful. I need to know I’m doing a good job. I need to know that I’m appreciated. I need to know I’m on the right track. Not all of the time, just once in a blue freaking moon.
November 11th, 2007 @ 2:00 am
Wow. I would be ever so pissed! I’m actually sick to my stomach thinking about what I would do if this were me. I find it very frustrating that sometimes people don’t realize how powerful their small actions are (like, not bringing in the mail) and how their actions can negatively affect others. I’m sorry you lost out on your award.
November 12th, 2007 @ 2:39 am
Amanda, I am so very sorry. I would be devastated if this were me.
pootandcubby is so right. Some people just don’t realize how important little things are.
“There are no great things, only small things with great love.”
You have every right to feel angry and sulk. It’s not everyday that we get nominated for awards. Any chance you can call and explain the scenario on Tuesday?