Jun 29, 2017
it’s a fucking mess in here.
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it’s a fucking mess in here.
My Husband is a Saint.
we went to babysouls'r'us, the saddest place on earth, for some more biodegradable diapers and clean wipes. It's one of the very few places in town to just go pick the stuff up without ordering it online, and we discovered today that we didn't have enough disposables to get us through until tomorrow morning when the diaper service delivers. (Yeah, we still go through 13-15 diapers a day.)
Walking in the door, I went over to look at some diaper bags (who wouldn't need 6, right?) and J went to grab a cart. Then we started to head to the back of the store where they keep the diapers, and all of a sudden someone said "Hey!" and said my name. I turned around to see the girl who ruined my senior prom, sent me an invite to her baby shower the day that I announced my miscarriage last year, and just generally has bebopped through life, oblivious to the misery she spreads around her. Occasionally she sends me a message on facebook, which I don't respond to, or a friend request, which I decline.
It was a great review of the sympathetic nervous system reactions- Dilated pupils, focused so far away that I barely even saw her face, blood to the periphery, slightly dizzy, gut wrenching to a stop, nearly bolting (but had ro in the carrier, so settled for walking quickly past.)
That saint of mine just kept moving, asked no questions until we were away from the situation, agreed to sneak down back isles to get the other things we needed, and kept an eye out over the shelves (which I couldn't see over) to check the singular check out line for safe clearance. He even took a second tour of the store so that we didn't have to force polite conversations. He led the way out to the parking lot, and reassured me that if they tried to accost us in the parking lot, he'd just falconpunch them.
Best Spouse Checklist: -Helps hide from high school frenemies. -gives hug to sooth bad memories -offers to punch threats to emotional well being -no questions asked. -also changes diapers.