Last Sunday I arose later than usual, grabbed a bowl of cereal and joined my husband and youngest daughter at the dining room table. They were deep into a discussion of Dante's Inferno, a topic that had been kicking around all week. I'd spent considerable time on Friday reading the cantos SHE asked me to help interpret, and researched a bit more on Saturday for the best way to approach the particular questions she was addressing in her essay.
When they began dissecting a particular part in a way that contradicted what I believed to have a different meaning, I shook my head, but waited til they were done. I began to express my opinion and both of them looked at me like I was an idiot. I began to explain further but hubby cut me off and said "We're having a discussion about something else WE were talking about."
I apologized for interrupting (maybe not so graciously and more like—screw-you see if ever talk to you again) snagged my laptop and returned to my bedroom—for the rest of the day—that'll show-em. I stewed for about an hour over the fact that she was the one who asked me to help her, and this was after she'd hurt my feelings twice that week. I HAVE FEELINGS YOU KNOW!!!
I figure it was best to just keep my raging hormonal self under lock and key for the rest of the day. I sat in the chair returning email and deleting stuff till noon and then I curled up the sunny spot on my bed and I slept there till about six when the sun made it past the roof line, I got cold and the aroma of corned beef and cabbage (really brussel sprouts) aroused my appetite.
It's so embarrassing to act like a twelve year old when you have fifteen and sixteen year-old daughters. I'd hate menopause but I'm not missing the periods, migraines or cramps that the two of them are now just beginning to experience.
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