Made in Richmond

I have a tendency to go insane. In fact, there is an entire category on this blog called “insanity.” There is also one called “sell crazy someplace else” but that one doesn’t get used as much because it implies a departure from said insanity, which, let’s be honest, doesn’t happen very often.

Luckily, my husband is very good at coaxing me out of these irrational furies. Not that he would ever call them irrational because the sure-fire way to make an irrational woman more irrational is to tell her she’s being irrational. I refer to these coaxing moments as “talking me down off the ledge.” I had one of those moments today. Actually it was several of those moments, all bunched together and spanning approximately three hours and could be identified as an existential crisis. It was not good.

The worst part is, it is during these ledge talkings that I have an irresistible urge to pick fights with him. I get really, really mean. You don’t even want to know.

But luckily, he doesn’t hold it against me. He just talks me through it until the fit is done and tells me he loves me when it’s all over.