My husband leaves for work by 5 a.m. and for the second day in a row calls in the evening to tell me he has to work late. Then, he thanks me for being so understanding. Which gives me some pause because what else would I be, really? I mean, it's not that I'm excited about having no break from my little sprite's antics sun-up to sun-down but it's Matt working his ass off that keeps mine warm and housed. Kind of hard to bitch about that. Which is not to say we don't both work had at what we do but, technically, his income is what makes it so I can stay at home with Sam and write. (Or think about writing!)
I try to think about things like that when I get the call that says "hey, I'm stuck in traffic. Looks like there was an accident." Sucks to be stuck in traffic but it's better to be thankful you weren't the one in the accident, right?
Right now Matt's working like crazy to deal with all the frozen pipes bursting and I just have to be thankful that a) we have heat and b) no flooding here. Pause to knock on wood.
I'm trying to focus on the positive things because it's easy to get tangled up in other people's assiness. The last few days have brought unwelcome and harsh comments as a result of me doing what I do – putting myself out there on paper – and it's tempting to get all stuck in wondering what possesses people to go out of their way to be rude, mean and sarcastic. Really, it's not like I'm not smiling and thinking shit sometimes but what happened to the old "if you don't have something nice to say, shut up and wait to tell a friend later."? I might be paraphrasing.
One example of the aforementioned assiness was getting my first negative comment on my column in the News-Register. I got a lot of positive feedback from friends and from strangers who went out of their way to e-mail me. I felt good about that because even though some didn't agree with all I'd said, it was cool to hear their stories and reasoning. Then I saw this comment on the paper's web site:
Wed, 12/09/2009 – 12:18am – Posted by: jcoburn
Wow…first time I've ever spent three minutes reading something and still didn't learn anything valuable. Thank you, News Register.
In other news Sam and I sat down with a pile of Christmas books last night. One of them was about Rudolph. You know, the red-nosed reindeer? Well, Sam insists I have it all wrong. All day today he's sticking with this story: "Rudolph red-nosed cow, Mama!"