As the days grow nearer for us to leave, my to do list seems to continue growing as does my stress level. This is from a person who's blood is made up of a combination of laughing gas and lithium. So, for me to flip out requires a lot, usually.
Last night I was on the phone with Jeremy explaining where exactly in the grocery store the manager had said she would place the boxes for him to pick up. I was jabbering away and he's on the other end going, hello? hello? Is anyone there? Meanwhile I am yelling at the top of my lungs, YES I AM HERE CAN YOU HEAR ME? Finally he said, wow can you speak up, I can barely hear you?
At that point I think I may have felt a spring come loose in my head and something snapped. I hung up the phone and threw it across the room as hard as I could thinking that would do the trick and fix it in a jiffy. As an added bonus it sure did make me feel better to relieve some tension...until... I went to put it back together and realized I really had broken it for good.
Because my cell phone doesn't work in our house, Jeremy traded phones with me today and took my cell to work with him. In my cell phone phonebook most people are listed under the many nicknames I have for them. If I know you for more than five minutes, you're getting a pet name. My dad is Big D, brother is G-dub, Jeremy is My Luvah, and so on.
So I'm looking through his phone for my name so that I can call him on his way to work. Finally I found it, under my fecking first and last name as if he had to put in there that way just in case he forgot what they were! I was appalled, and I felt like one of his patients because he had labeled me in such a formal way.
I called him up in a fluster of righteous indignation and said why am I Jillian Hayes in your phone? HUH HUH HUH? Why not The Love of My Life, or Goddess of the Sexual Realm, or The Object of Every Prepubescent Fantasy I EVER Had, or Culinary Genius with A Smokin Hot Brain? AM I merely Jillian Hayes to you, is that all, a name?
And then he did that thing he does and offset my crazy with his levelheadedness yet again. He said, whoa whoa, I did that so that if anyone ever got my phone they wouldn't know who you were if they wanted to find you and get you. RIGHT, and the number labeled HOME isn't a dead give away?
Therein lies our difference and our compliment. While I am all bleeding hearts and unicorns, he is the guy that sees diseases every day and thinks FOR A LONG TIME before he acts. While I have been referred to as ready, fire Aim. Jeremy will plan and plan and plan until I am bleeding from the eyeballs.
But thank God for that because if it weren't for him, I would probably be dead. We both know I was going to stay in that apartment and ride out the hurricane, but he called bullshit on my cup of crazy that day and threatened to spank me if I didn't leave. And not the fun kind either.
Hopefully, we will be able to combine our differing personalities and raise a healthy, well-rounded child. And, either way, we're having a good time in the process.