Often when I am acting emotional or overreacting about something or needlessly fretting, Luke cuts me off and starts singing, "dra-ma po-lice, arrest this wo-man..." to the tune of "Karma Police" into a fake microphone in his hand. I would imagine some wives would not appreciate this, but I laugh every time. This is how he jokes. And I need a dose of reality injected into whatever I am all flustered about.
I have had a lot of "drama police" type posts lately. And "drama police" type feelings. I am going to go ahead and blame the almost-28 weeks of pregnancy. It is wearing me out to feel things this much. I am remembering what it felt like to be a teenager. (UNSTABLE.)
Today during a "drama police" moment where I was crying because of the food all over the floor and something else I can't remember, we put the kids in the car and went for a little drive. Luke didn't tell me where we were going, but after Clark and Alice fell asleep he drove us to my favorite thrift store and told me to go inside and take my time. And it was the Saturday Madness 48¢ Sale so, you know, I could GO TO TOWN.
I filled my arms with vintage children's books and commemorative Apollo 13 drinking glasses and pillow cases and (angels singing) the perfect lampshade for a lamp I purchased at this same thrift store like eight months ago. I was so worked up when I found the lampshade that I couldn't help smiling like an idiot. I know. My life is a ball of excitement. BUT LOOK AT IT! It is old and has pom-poms and dotted swiss and subtle lace and it was 48¢. I think I felt the same coy smiley way eight months ago when I found the lamp, even though the little German guy is missing his guitar and the cat's tail falls off all the time.
(I'm not sure this photo captures the charm of the lamp/shade combo, but I promise, it's cute and fun and the kids like to rock the knitting rocking-chair lady back and forth and it is perfect for a
I love my husband for a lot of reasons.
I love that he knows what cheers me up (lucky for him it is cheap crap from the Salvation Army).
I love that he ran out and got me two takeout entrees from Thai Cafe last night and I got to eat them for three meals and two snacks.
I love that he knows how to make fun of me in a way that makes me laugh at myself.
He tells it like it is.
I guess sometimes I do too.
(This is what you get when you mess with us*)
*I had to edit and add this disclosure just in case someone out there doesn't know the song -- this is a line from "Karma Police", not like a threat. Okay I feel better now. Phew.