Archives for February 2008
Pat Says The Darndest Things
Pat worked late last night and when he came home I was putting Laina back to bed for the fourth time. While complaining to him about her refusal to stay put she got up AGAIN. This time I let Pat take her to the bathroom and no sooner did he return did we hear her opening her door again. Pat, clearly irritated, jumped up to stop her in her tracks. I could hear him firmly set her back in her crib and her consequential crying (was that a word?). He reappeared from her door looking frazzled and started looking around almost frantic-like,
“Where’s Pinky Pie??? WHERE’S PINKY PIE!?!” He kept asking me, with a look on his face that said “What the F— IS Pinky Pie!?!”
It was just too great. A grown man. Irritated and annoyed. Hawaiian accent. Tough and gruff. Going to a two year old girl’s room to lay down the law. And emerging shouting for Pinky Pie.
Pat Says The Darndest Things
“I feel so sorry for you Kat. Seriously…”
Pat is extremely UN-sympathetic when it comes to me. He has a “fix it” attitude and it’s all I can do to squeeze an ounce of “poor thing” out of him. He approached me with these kind and genuine words after I had been seriously ill for a few days last week. As he spoke he walked behind my chair and starting massaging my shoulders.
“I mean seriously…you’ve been sick for almost a WEEK now…and you been sick in da head your whole life.”
I knew it was too good to be true.
Laina Says The Darndest Things
Me: Are you PRINCESS Laina??
Laina: (thinking) Noooooooo.
Me: Well then what ARE you!?!
Laina: Kayzyy.
It’s funny because Pat and I joke about how Laina is SO not the girly type. She’ll play along in Maile’s game for fun, but she’s more in her element if she has a few stuffed dogs to take care of and feed. The other day she was doing this hyperventilating thing to try and make people laugh. She’ll throw herself to the ground or tackle one of the boys in the daycare all in good fun. I still try to keep her in touch with her feminine side. I can usually put her in a dress without too much of an argument, but when it comes down to it she is who she is. And I heard it straight from the horses mouth. She IS crazy!!
I’m Back
And I’m pretty much a great big giant spoiled brat. After my lifeline, aka my computer, broke down last week I lasted about 12 hours before I called Pat and asked him to go buy a new one. That’s right. A new computer. You know, just pick one up on his way home from work or something.
Ok so it’s not THAT bad. Pat had been talking about getting a second computer for some time now. He wanted to finish paying off the van (my sweet sweet ride) before making any other large purchases, but here I was pressuring him to skip that plan and purchase one NOW while our other computer was being worked on. His answer was simple. And slightly condescending.
“Kat. I’m not going to run out and buy a computer compulsively just because yours happens to be broken. We are not some kind of crazy computer people who can’t live without the internet for a couple of days. Just because you like to go out and spend without thinking things through does not mean I do. We’re not getting another computer!”
My response was complex. And slightly juvenile.
I hung up on him.
He called back about five minutes later puzzeled about our strange disconnection. When I told him I was irritated with him and hung up on him he was baffled. (We’re not in the habit of communicating in such a manner). I then went on and on about how I had no connection to the outside world, our computer was gone and our phones were not working, I had had a particularly stressful day as my lovely assistant had called in sick and I’d been running around after 10 kids by myself all day. Not to mention we had been talking about getting a new computer anyways and there’s NO TIME LIKE THE PRESENT!!!! To drill the point home I mentioned that Pat has no idea what it’s like, he has a computer at his fingertips all day long, he’s not rattled by the excessive noise children often make, and he gets to go workout and take his dear old time coming home when I AM PULLING MY HAIR OUT!!! I believe I also threw in the business, it’s very convenient actually, “and I need to work on things for the daycare…I was planning on having that stuff out to the parents by Monday!”
Pat remains calm. He’s good at this.
“Kat? Would you like me to go to Best Buy and pick up a computer after work today??”
And so he did.
And so I blog.
Of course, after my rant, I insisted he NOT buy a computer. No no no, that’s actually NOT what I want…at least not under those circumstances. I want him to buy one when he’s ready. It’s his computer afterall. He should be able to look around and find the perfect one. Oh please, no. Don’t do it. I over reacted. I was being irrational. I’m so sorry.
Ok.
If you must.
And so I blog.