Last night, I felt pretty lousy. This is when I also try to inject humor into my conversations. Some may call it tasteless, but it's how I get through.
Example 1: I was upstairs indulging in my favorite pastime, "Real Housewives of Atlanta: Reunion". Those ladies are c-rrrrrrrrrr-aaaaaaaa-zzzzzzzzy. But it's entertaining. Brian has been watching "Game of Thrones". I have no interest in watching this because I don't really like kings and queens and dragons and hobbits. I suffered through all three "Lord of the Rings" movies and that was enough for my lifetime. So, I started doing what lazy wives usually do - text their husbands to get their attention.
Text to Brian: Come upstairs. I've had a rough day.
Text to Erin: I'm watching Game of Thrones. Come down here.
Text to Brian: You can watch Game of Thrones when I'm dead. Spend time with me while I'm alive.
Text to Erin: Erin, that's not funny.
I thought it was very funny. I also know that Brian was serious, because he rarely calls me by my first name.
Second example of humor this morning. I was taking Evan and Cohen over to Grandma's for the day. These days are fun because I am not usually in the house by myself and my work productivity level skyrockets - so much that I can take time to write on my blog. Cohen was sitting next to Evan in the back of the car when the following conversation took place:
Cohen: Evan has hairy eyebrows.
Me: You think?
Cohen: Ya. But they aren't furry and gray like Grandpa Ed's. I hope my hair doesn't turn the color of Grandpa Ed's.
Me: Are you worried about getting gray hair?
Cohen: Yes - I have a lot going on.
So, even though I may be overwhelmed and stressed out, I am not worried (YET) about getting gray hair, the way that our 6-year old is.