I've been in a bit of a twist lately.
Awhile ago I posted about asking for what you need. About how much easier it is on everybody. Many of you agreed with me, which makes me feel all smart and insightful.
And hypocritical. Because I could have avoided my twist entirely if I'd only read my own blog posts. I've been all "why is this not happening? Why is no one doing anything?" I've been righteously indignant because, by golly, I'm trying to get something done that's Not My Job.
It's a little like stomping around your house, wondering why it's still on fire when there are firemen whose very DNA dictates that they put out fires. Why haven't they done it, hmmmm? Where are they? What do you mean I have to call them? It's their job! I shouldn't have to call them!
Note: you have to call them.
Having to live with myself has been very tiring lately. Poor Chris is being a trooper, but really, he has it easy. After all, he only has to listen to the stuff I say outloud. I have to suffer through all that other drivel. And he doesn't usually listen anyway. He just nods and says "mhmmm. I'm sorry." I know he's not listening because he says this when I've asked him if he wants his egg soft boiled or poached.
I so wish I could do that. I mean, I can do it with other people (please, I have children. What's that buzzing noise?). I just can't tune out myself.
Someone once said "you're not responsible for what someone else thinks. You're responsible for what you think they're thinking." I love that. Because usually? They're not thinking anything like what you have them down for.
At least I hope they're not.