I did it again. I try, I really do. But for some reason, I can’t seem to stop myself. The look on his face indicated I had reached the limits of his patience. If I interrupted our morning news show one more time, my typically affable honey was going to blow a gasket.
There is no question that I have important comments to make - what woman doesn’t? There’s my critique on how the local news anchor looks just awful in that hideous blouse (maybe it’s the studio lighting), how her colleague behind the news desk wears too much makeup for a guy and how the young-ish weather girl on the national news wears her skirt way too short. And, OMG! did you see those 6-inch heels on the weekend news anchor’s feet? How can she even walk?
Yes, I have views on practically anything - there is just so much to say! But, too often, the words come out of my mouth before I can stop them. Like this morning.
“Did you know that the Pantone Color of the Year for 2025 is Tomato Cream?” I interrupted while we were watching the “Today Show. “It’s being described as a ‘nourishing toasty hue that warms the soul.’” I didn’t wait for his reply and began Googling the latest runway fashions from New York’s Autumn/Winter Fashion Week.
“Look hon, look!” my intrusion continued, as my hubby fumbled for the pause button on the remote. This intrusion was at least number ten for the morning. “This new ‘Tomato Cream’ color might look fantastic with my red hair,” I continued.
The gentleman to my right grunted an acknowledgement and hit play – once again absorbed in a story about the recent victory of the USA Men’s Basketball team. Clearly Lebron James and Steph Curry were more important than a refresh of my closet in the new Fall color palette.
“Are you listening?” I insisted. The picture on the screen froze again at the push of the remote button.
“Yes, of course I heard you. You said something about having tomato soup for dinner? Don’t you think that’s more of a fall or winter meal? It’s going to be 90 degrees out today.”
Sigh. It was my own fault really; I shouldn’t disturb him quite so much. I turned my focus back to the news, vowing to do better. But, no surprise, the promise to myself didn’t last long.
“Did you know that Princess Kate attended church last Sunday with her family? She must be feeling better. The dress she wore is really pretty but she looks so thin!” This little bit of trivia garnered a full-blown “look” and an exasperated punch at the pause button, prompting me to zip it. I wondered if the pause button on the remote was about to wear out. Shortly after, we got up from the TV to go about our daily routines
The morning progressed smoothly, and I successfully resisted several urges to poke my head into hubby’s home office with any number of comments and queries. “See, you can do this,” I remarked silently to myself. You don’t need to get his advice on every little thing or report every possible tidbit of news.
I decided to bake a batch of keto cupcakes as a peace offering and only intruded on his office inner sanctum long enough to bring him coffee with the freshly baked treat. “See, I left you alone all morning” I proudly proclaimed as I rounded the doorway of his office.
“Oh, you don’t have to apologize” my other half replied with a grin. “I usually like hearing everything you have to say, but sometimes the interruptions are a bit much.”
“Oh, I wasn’t apologizing” I testily responded. “I was just being nice. I’ll leave you alone now” and left with renewed determination to keep to myself.
A short while later, it was time to leave for a lunch date with friends. I had lasted a full hour without feeling the need to run down the hallway with yet another morsel from CNN’s headlines. I had done it and was justifiably proud of myself. I kissed hubby goodbye and was about to go out the door when something dawned on me. All willpower drained as I turned around Columbo-style and said: “Just one more thing …”
Old habits die hard.
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