Crying Jag

Jul. 30th, 2005 04:42 am
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I had one last night, for no reason.  Was reading Crossroads by Emmyjean, got to a sad part, and just lost it.  It was a reaction way out of proportion to the situation.  I can only guess that the lack of sleep, stress, and other factors all snowballed and last night was when it hit me.  So, I sat at the PC, sobbing, trying to make sure I didn't wake up DH, who got up sometime before 3:30 this morning in order to catch a plane to NY. 

Still feel kinda weepy.

Went to Lowes last night to get plumbing supplies for the sump.  I don't know it they had an unexpected rush of customers or if a lot of employees called in sick, but customer service sucked.  Waited around 10 minutes for someone to cut tubing -- after waiting for about half an hour for someone to randomly pop up and asking for help at the customer service desk.  Ended up just cutting it myself.  Which was a mistake because the people at the register don't have the SKU number for the various sizes of tubing.

And why are men so impressed with a woman who can do plumbing?  I was praised by at least 3 men because I could go and pick out the supplies.  For all they knew I could have been working from a detailed shopping list and had to have someone pull all of it for me.  One gentleman was so impressed he even said that I could probably change a tire, too.  I assured him that I could.

Guys, women are not helpless.  Or, at least I'm not.  We appreciate help, yes, but a lot of times we're just stroking your ego when we ask you to do "manly" things.  The one time I was pregnant and some guy insisted on helping me because I was in "a delicate condition", I laughed my ass off.  I let him help because it was easier for two men to do that particular task, expecially considering my big belly, but I could have done it.

So, yeah, guys are amusing. 

DH left for the airport about an hour ago.  He should be getting there about now; his flight is in an hour.  And I can't sleep.  I want to play with my plumbing, but can't really do anything until it's light out.  I also have to go back to Lowes because I didn't realize I needed a part.  Five minute stop, tops.  Which is good, because dealing with the boys in Lowes is something from my nightmares. 

Also need to run by the petstore.  That'll be fun.  </sarcasm>

My birthday is next Sunday.  DH's present for me is already ordered and I know what it is.  It's hard not to when I send him an e-mail saying "buy me this".  Plus, it was ordered off ebay and for some reason he always uses my account to order, so confirmations come to my e-mail address.  Maybe he's forgotten that he had his own account at one point?

Anyway, I think I'm going to try to catch a few more hours of sleep.  Less likely to murder children that way.

Crying Jag

Jul. 30th, 2005 04:42 am
jo_anne_storm: (Default)

I had one last night, for no reason.  Was reading Crossroads by Emmyjean, got to a sad part, and just lost it.  It was a reaction way out of proportion to the situation.  I can only guess that the lack of sleep, stress, and other factors all snowballed and last night was when it hit me.  So, I sat at the PC, sobbing, trying to make sure I didn't wake up DH, who got up sometime before 3:30 this morning in order to catch a plane to NY. 

Still feel kinda weepy.

Went to Lowes last night to get plumbing supplies for the sump.  I don't know it they had an unexpected rush of customers or if a lot of employees called in sick, but customer service sucked.  Waited around 10 minutes for someone to cut tubing -- after waiting for about half an hour for someone to randomly pop up and asking for help at the customer service desk.  Ended up just cutting it myself.  Which was a mistake because the people at the register don't have the SKU number for the various sizes of tubing.

And why are men so impressed with a woman who can do plumbing?  I was praised by at least 3 men because I could go and pick out the supplies.  For all they knew I could have been working from a detailed shopping list and had to have someone pull all of it for me.  One gentleman was so impressed he even said that I could probably change a tire, too.  I assured him that I could.

Guys, women are not helpless.  Or, at least I'm not.  We appreciate help, yes, but a lot of times we're just stroking your ego when we ask you to do "manly" things.  The one time I was pregnant and some guy insisted on helping me because I was in "a delicate condition", I laughed my ass off.  I let him help because it was easier for two men to do that particular task, expecially considering my big belly, but I could have done it.

So, yeah, guys are amusing. 

DH left for the airport about an hour ago.  He should be getting there about now; his flight is in an hour.  And I can't sleep.  I want to play with my plumbing, but can't really do anything until it's light out.  I also have to go back to Lowes because I didn't realize I needed a part.  Five minute stop, tops.  Which is good, because dealing with the boys in Lowes is something from my nightmares. 

Also need to run by the petstore.  That'll be fun.  </sarcasm>

My birthday is next Sunday.  DH's present for me is already ordered and I know what it is.  It's hard not to when I send him an e-mail saying "buy me this".  Plus, it was ordered off ebay and for some reason he always uses my account to order, so confirmations come to my e-mail address.  Maybe he's forgotten that he had his own account at one point?

Anyway, I think I'm going to try to catch a few more hours of sleep.  Less likely to murder children that way.

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