Seth-5yr went through a loooong phase of loving Mr. Strong. The little red cartoon character flexing his muscles. He wanted to wear his Mr. Strong shirt every day. The other Mr. and Little Miss characters have various adjective and emotion names and are helpful in teaching small children about moods.
Seth-5yr might have outgrown this, but maybe I need the books or t-shirts.
I was with a friend last night, doing errands, and she said, “You’re angry.” It was a calm statement. An observation from an even tempered woman well familiar with the signs in other people.
I stopped the car and my mouth dropped open just a bit and I had to process this bizarrely enlightening statement. She was right. Despite all the Seriously Obvious Signs Including Killer Back Tension (and my mother telling me repeatedly I was angry but I apparently blocked her out because, well, she is my mother), I hadn’t really figured that out.
It hadn’t made sense to me to be angry. You know how sometimes it’s obvious and justifiable and all of that? Not now, not for me. If anything, I should be sorry and upset and a little ball of repentant humility – but not angry. And I’m almost defiantly not any of that.
Big Clue That Feelings Are Mysteries In This House: the blog has lots of ‘should be’ statements regarding emotions. Because that’s so helpful and judge-y.
Mike came to bed last night and warily (oooh yes, warily) told me I looked nice.
“Good. Because I’ve just discovered I’m REALLY angry, but I still want to have sex and I don’t want you to get confused and read anything wrong into this decision.”
The man looked scared. Interested, but scared.
(I have no problem separating sex from ongoing conflict, never have. Some things just shouldn’t be avoided ever.)
He came around to my side of the bed and kissed me, and then I really got annoyed. “I SAID DON’T READ ANYTHING INTO THAT! I SAID I WANTED TO HAVE SEX, NOT THAT I WANTED YOU TO KISS ME?! YOU ALREADY GOT CONFUSED.”
(I have big problems separating kissing from ongoing conflict. Some things are just unthinkable.)
Then he REALLY looked scared. And confused.
Which I thought was really funny, because women would have understood that, right? Right. That’s why I’m telling y’all. Even if I’m not making any sense at all here, in this house, I can still be fairly sure that a good portion of y’all will still get me.
Or tell me why I’m wrong in ways that make me think or laugh, and that’s always good, too.