We had an amazing time on our vacation. But I think my brain may still be there!
I cannot seem to get back into the swing of things now that I’m back home… I don’t feel like cleaning, writing, cooking, or really doing anything that requires effort at all. Even carrying on coherent, meaningful conversations is just too much! Why can’t I just Cyndi Lauper my life away?
I’m aware that my refusal to be a productive member of society again probably means the cruise we took spoiled me just a little too much!
For now, I’m okay with it. I’m usually so stressed about everything that’s it’s nice to have a more laid back attitude… At least until I starve as I chill in my dusty home reading books and talking to people on the internet. (Can someone remind me to eat occasionally?)
Seriously, am I the only person who struggles to get back into the normal flow of life after vacation? What do you do to get motivated again?
In general, I’m a pretty quite person. One of my best friend’s uncle nicknamed me “Mousy” because I’m too little and too quite.
I can spend an entire day not speaking to another living soul and be completely happy and content. (Truthfully, I could do this for days and get a lot of reading, writing, knitting and work done. It makes me feel accomplished and whole when I get to do all those things and bonus if I get to do it without interruption!)
Unfortunately, I can also be loud. VERY LOUD!
My entire family is LOUD. Which is something I never really noticed until I married my husband. His entire family, including cousins, can fit into one room comfortably.
Mine can barely fit into one house.
And when we do, it’s sounds a bit like we could all use hearing aids. We’re all trying to have conversations and be heard. The volume goes up and up and up until children are covering their ears and neighbors are wondering if they should call the police.
We are not yelling at each other.
We are, however, speaking in upraised voices that force attention to the conversation and has been known, on occasion, to make babies cry.
This is normal.
It’s what we do.
How else are we going to be heard?
It’s a problem.
When I’m not heard in my little mousy tone, I get a little louder. When I’m still not heard, I get even louder. I continue to increase my volume until I feel I’m finally getting through and that’s the volume I stay at until I’m done saying what I need to say.
It scares my husband.
So I’ve decided to make a conscious effort to stop yelling and screaming to get his attention.
Great plan… no idea how to put it into motion.
We’re really caught in a cycle here. It goes like this…
Me: [Insert random thing] really hurts my feelings.
Husband: [blank stare]
Me: Seriously, I’m upset because [Insert random thing] really hurts my feelings.
Husband: That’s stupid.
Me: It’s not stupid, you’re not listening to me. [Insert random thing] really hurts my feelings.
Husband. Yeah, and that’s stupid. Just stop feeling that way.
Me: How can you say that to me?
Husband: I love you.
Me: I don’t feel loved because [Insert random thing] really hurts my feelings and you think it’s stupid.
Husband: Well, that’s dumb.
Me: You’re being a jerk. I know it’s dumb to you, but it’s not to me. I can’t just stop feeling that way and I need you to quit doing it.
Husband: Okay. I’m sorry, I won’t do it again.
Me: Thank you.
Husband: Can you not yell at me anymore?
Me: You don’t listen until I start yelling.
That’s the basic format of our arguments. The last one we had got really bad and my throat is still raw.
This is not healthy. I know that.
And I don’t feel like an angry person, but after talking with another couple, I’ve realized that I definitely am. I mean seriously, who isn’t automatically on the defensive when someone is raising their voice to them? And even though I don’t feel angry when I first start raising my voice, I am by the time I’m done.
I have got to find another way to express myself.
I stayed up until 2 a.m. last night trying to figure out how I’m going to handle the next time I need him to hear me. I still didn’t have it figured out when I woke up at 6.
I talked to my husband about it. He had no idea and then he had to go to work.
This was me on the inside:
Kinda the exact opposite of what I was going for…
So I got proactive and did what every normal person does these days…
I asked the Google fairies…
Apparently no one else on the planet has a problem with yelling at their spouse. However, people yell at their kids A LOT!
Google has lots of suggestions for not yelling at your children.
While my husband and I can be pretty immature and act more like our kids ages than our own, I’m not so sure I want to approach my issue the same way Google tells me to deal with a child.
Or do I???
I found a site called the Orange Rhino challenge. It’s a 365 day challenge to help mom’s stop yelling at their kids.
On it, there is a list of “Orange Rhino” Alternatives to Yelling. It’s a list of 100 things you can do instead of yelling at your children. I’ve decided to steal this list (or at least part of it since I don’t actually own any of the 50 Shades books and have no desire to) and try it on my husband the next time I feel like raising my voice.
If you don’t have time to take a look at the list, here are just a few of the things my husband has to look forward to:
The Hokey Pokey
Somersaults
Me banging my arms on my chest like a gorilla
Him being tickled
Me flushing my screams down the toilet
I figure I’ll either get his attention or he’ll put me in a psychiatric hospital. Either way, it should be interesting… and fun… and much better for my throat!
Wish me luck and I’ll let you guys know how it goes!
Warning: Today’s post is not going to be funny or upbeat. I’m about to be serious (for once).
Mauerbauertraurigkeit – n. the inexplicable urge to push people away, even close friends who you really like.
I saw this word on my Twitter feed today.
My husband and I were sitting at the table this morning talking about this problem I have. He went downstairs, I checked Twitter, and there it was.
I had no idea that this word existed…. But I should have. (I also wasn’t sure it was a real word when I read it, so I looked it up here.)
When I was in the 8th grade, a close friend died. Almost every year thereafter, until I was in my late 20’s, I lost another friend. At one point, I attended a funeral every month for 5 months… none of which were for anyone over the age of 24. Continue reading “How Can I Keep My Sanity and Enjoy My Life? By A Power Outside of My Own.”→
I’ve been reading a LOT of books on novel writing lately. Especially if they focus on writing your first novel. Many times, I’ve finished the book and been left with this thought: “Why am I even bothering to write? I suck.”
All of these “helpful” volumes insist that, since I’ve never been published, I will never be published – unless I use self-publishing.
My favorite take away: If I want to improve my writing, that means that I need to improve my writing, and since the craft of writing is not something that can be taught (it is, of course, an innate ability given to a select few at birth), I have zero chance of ever improving my writing.
WHAT??? I don’t think that was what Hemingway meant…
It’s none of their business that you have to learn how to write. Let them think you were born that way.
