I didn’t go up in smoke today. Just sizzled an then fizzled out.
First I felt like chucking down the sink the perfect single fry sunny-side-up egg that I was preparing for my husband; or using his Armani ties as bows on Timmy and Lucy, my adorable pups.
Well, the vocation of a psycho wife is not my cuppa tea, and with a tight smile I calmly put a plate of eggs and toast before him.
I had a baby about four months back by C-section, have been trying to manage the household and a job (like most women), and striving to get my pre pregnancy looks back; and oh yes, losing a lot of hair. It is a sore point with me right now, even though my friends have been steadfast in assuring me that my hair looks just fine. Anyway, this morning I woke up and somehow fit into my skinny jeans and tee, which gave me a boost, tied my hair in a youthful pony, and sauntered into the kitchen with a beaming smile. The pups, curled under the table wagged their tails. The world felt good, the sunshine was just perfect.
My husband gave me a distracted smile, the poor dear, always worried about his business. I gently ran a finger by the side of his face and bent down to check the section he was reading in the morning paper. I love this morning closeness. Suddenly I found him peering into my hair and then an exclamation that I had a bald patch.
Me and bald patch?????? Look at you! Your bald patch reflects so much light that I feel this need for sunglasses, your brother has a bald patch, maybe even your granddad had one or your great great granddad ………….count all your sisters in .......somehow I kept my uncharitable thoughts to myself as I cooked the egg with a vengeance.
My husband looked at his breakfast plate and gave me a smile of content; eggs, toast, pancake and a slice of apple. He chewed on his bread oblivious to my anger, and without lifting his head said that he had arranged for us to go away for the weekend.
“You know how much I love you guys, pack a few things and let’s get away from NY for a few days. Oh, pack that red dress, it looks good on you.”
I fizzled out…. Need to stock up on vitamins….. spinach…. broccoli …..for hair growth, and get that packing done. Nothing beats the sunshine today! Why do women overreact?
First I felt like chucking down the sink the perfect single fry sunny-side-up egg that I was preparing for my husband; or using his Armani ties as bows on Timmy and Lucy, my adorable pups.
Well, the vocation of a psycho wife is not my cuppa tea, and with a tight smile I calmly put a plate of eggs and toast before him.
I had a baby about four months back by C-section, have been trying to manage the household and a job (like most women), and striving to get my pre pregnancy looks back; and oh yes, losing a lot of hair. It is a sore point with me right now, even though my friends have been steadfast in assuring me that my hair looks just fine. Anyway, this morning I woke up and somehow fit into my skinny jeans and tee, which gave me a boost, tied my hair in a youthful pony, and sauntered into the kitchen with a beaming smile. The pups, curled under the table wagged their tails. The world felt good, the sunshine was just perfect.
My husband gave me a distracted smile, the poor dear, always worried about his business. I gently ran a finger by the side of his face and bent down to check the section he was reading in the morning paper. I love this morning closeness. Suddenly I found him peering into my hair and then an exclamation that I had a bald patch.
Me and bald patch?????? Look at you! Your bald patch reflects so much light that I feel this need for sunglasses, your brother has a bald patch, maybe even your granddad had one or your great great granddad ………….count all your sisters in .......somehow I kept my uncharitable thoughts to myself as I cooked the egg with a vengeance.
My husband looked at his breakfast plate and gave me a smile of content; eggs, toast, pancake and a slice of apple. He chewed on his bread oblivious to my anger, and without lifting his head said that he had arranged for us to go away for the weekend.
“You know how much I love you guys, pack a few things and let’s get away from NY for a few days. Oh, pack that red dress, it looks good on you.”
I fizzled out…. Need to stock up on vitamins….. spinach…. broccoli …..for hair growth, and get that packing done. Nothing beats the sunshine today! Why do women overreact?
And oh yes, I love bald patches on men ....sexy?..... distinguished?.... Whatever:)
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