Aloha from the Crash Test Dummy, coming at you from an island far far away.
Today I feel like pouting. To understand, you must first run over to Shelle's Blok Thoughts and read this post.
In case you didn't read it, allow me to summarize: Shelle recently drove herself to the airport and flew her son to football camp. Less than 15 hours later she returned home to find her hub waiting for her at baggage claim. He had driven all the way to the airport to pick her up, even though she didn't need a ride, simply because he couldn't wait to see her.
How cute is that?
Okay, it's cute if you're Shelle, but if you're not Shelle, it's one of those things that makes you go Ahhhh, NO FAIR! (Hmmmph!)
This post dug up a pity party memory for me. A few summers ago I traveled to New Zealand and Fiji for two weeks with the History deptartment. I could hardly wait to return home to see my hub and kids so I called my hub and asked him to pick me up from the airport. I was arriving late, like 10 p.m. so I knew it wasn't PRACTICAL.
My hub said, "we'll see."
I was disappointed by his lack of enthusiasm, but I harbored a secret hope that he would surprise me.
When I walked off the plane I looked around, but there was no sign of him. No sign of him at baggage claim either. Dejected, I got on the bus with the rest of the professors and rode home.
To my dismay and disappointment, when I arrived home all the lights were out and everyone was in bed, including my stinkin' hub.
I felt so unloved and unmissed.
I tried not to react and show my disappointment so I jumped into bed and wrapped my arms around him.
He patted me on the back. That's it.
I knew it would have been impractical to drive so far, so late. And what would he have done with the kids? But I also felt like he was emotionally punishing me for being gone in the first place. It wasn't the first time I've cried in the bathroom after returning from a trip.
One part of me was thinking "What about the PASSION? What about the ROMANCE?"
The other part of me was suspicious he was sending me on a guilt trip.
My dad was a master of the guilt trip so I have little patience for it and I often over react to it.
If you were my therapist, how would you advise me to pack for a guilt trip?