We decided our best bet on completing an actual conversation without endless questions, song and dance numbers, or, let's face it.....fights....was to actually leave the house. So, he and I trotted off to Chic-Fil-A for a late lunch together.
Man alive....can I just say that Chic-Fil-A is ALWAYS busy. I mean I have noticed it when we drive by - there are always people in the drive thru and the parking lot really does seem to always be full, but I figured at like 1:30ish, the lunch rush would be over. It wasn't.
It was packed. We did manage to find a spot where there was only one lady studying some big textbook at the end of our section (but, honestly, she was still pretty close - there was only one of those skinny 2 person tables between her and us - and I am fairly certain she heard at least some of our "talk" - poor thing. Wonder how much we distracted her. Hope she can still pass her test or whatever it was she was supposed to be studying for!)
We only managed to run into one family we knew from church, whose son said, "Excuse me. Excuse me. Where are your kids?" Legitimate question. Because for him, I am sure he only sees us in a pack formation coming and going at church.
And, the biggest thing - I only cried a little, so overall, I would say the talk went....pretty well.
We are not, all of a sudden, best buddies and googly eyed in love for each other again. But, I was able to explain a bit of my feelings. He was able to explain a few of his and state the shocking fact that I wasn't very good at receiving criticism. (LOL) Are there actually people that are good at receiving criticism? I will have to think about that one.
It is never good when someone starts their statement, "Now, don't take this the wrong way but...." He only did it a few times, but I tried to put on my best....See? I am receiving this criticism in the best possible way...in public.....next to a woman trying her hardest not to eavesdrop on this married couple sort of way.....while people from my church are right over there.....kind of way.
Oh and we were also next to the garbage can....where there was a little wall between us and the garbage. I am pretty sure the worker lady was listening a little bit to us too - because it took her a really long time to exchange the bags and wipe down the area - plus, I think the second time she came back the garbage wasn't even full.......
The best part of our conversation was probably when we talked about the whole waffle and spaghetti thing going on with men's brains and women's brains. Remember? I posted about it a while ago.
We laughed about how true it is that Rainman completely has different little compartments for everything going on....every task.....every feeling....and one box - let's say the box where he is a little mad at me - doesn't even talk to the box where he goes to bed at night. Know what I mean, ladies? (wink...wink.....nudge.....nudge)
Mine, on the other hand is a mushy pile of noodles where everything.....everything.....everything....is connected and touches each other. I thought it was sort of funny that I said that I wished I could be more waffle like and compartmentalize things, but Rainman had no interest in being more noodle like. None.
The best thing I can say is that we managed to clear the air a bit and reaffirm for each other that we are still in this thing together - even if we find the other one annoying. That is love, right? Not movie or t.v. kind of love - but, real, down in the trenches kind of love.
And, it was good that he and I managed to clear the air and be all right with each other, because we had an event to attend with A-girl last night. And nobody wants to be the one there with the parents who are doing the whisper fighting, and the wife is keeping her nose in the air....and saying things like "Tell your father....." Right?
I don't have pictures yet, so I will tell you more about it later. But, we ran into a family that we know and the mom mentioned that her teenage son reads my blog.
When we got home, I heard A-girl telling L-girl what this mom had said in which she followed up with this statement, ".....I mean.....I don't even read mom's blog!"
Thanks, honey. Thanks a lot.
Hahahaha....it actually cracks me up. Both that this teenage boy reads my blog and that my daughter does not. She did inform me that she thinks my posts are sometimes too long and I don't have enough pictures. That is probably brilliant marketing wisdom right there out of the mouth of a 15 year old. So, I will take it under advisement and see if I can't shorten things up and throw in more pictures!
Here is something I can show you pictures of......
I cut A-man's hair the other night. He is getting to the age where he is finally more into his looks out in public. I have cut his hair more often in the last few months than I ever have. He spends a lot of time trying to explain to me how he would like his hair....and asking me for just a trim. I wasn't quite able to get it exactly how he imagined it, but it is pretty good. I am getting a lot less crooked....and chunky....when I cut. So, that is something, right?
My whole point with this story though was the fact that he sat down in my chair and I blurted out, "Man, you stink A-man. Like, you stink.....stink. I mean....you really smell like a man!"
He sort of did a sideways smile and said, "Yeah, I know." Like he was all proud of being smelly. Then I wondered if that is why middle school boys walk around in sort of a PigPen cloud of odor. They know they smell, they just don't care, because it means they are a MAN.
Before.....
After.....
Love that little smelly man.
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