Monday, March 2, 2015

It's Illogical to Expect Yourself to be Logical All the Time

Dear John,
This week is backwards. I just worked a Monday that was busier than last Friday. And from what I hear, I'm glad I was off last Saturday. Slow Fridays always come with a price. This morning I had out two new tellers with me for an introduction to the drive-up. After years of being a nurse educator and preceptor, it felt like the old days. It was good.
I'm sorry I didn't talk to you last night. I was in bed with the laptop getting some bills paid, and nothing wanted to work right. I got extremely and unreasonably frustrated and irritated, and decided I wasn't fit company for anybody. About an hour later the tummy ache hit - evidently that was what had me wound up and crabby. It kept me up a good bit of the night, but I've felt fine today. Nobody deserved to be subjected to me last night.
I know what you're saying - you love me no matter what kind of mood I'm in. And you were always so patient and gentle when that mood was bad. The only thing you couldn't handle was when I was illogical. It happened so seldom that you didn't get much practice. But it was bound to happen on occasion. As I always said, it's illogical to expect yourself to be logical all the time. And you were never one of those men who equate emotion with lack of logic, thank goodness.
What can I say? You're The World's Only Perfect Man. You always said that I was wrong because you had faults. Of course you did - if you didn't have faults you wouldn't be perfect, just annoying. And you're certainly not annoying. Just perfect.
I could use some perfection tonight - come rub my feet? I'll even move the dog and three cats out of your way so you can get to them. Thank you for all the foot-rubs. Thank you for being gentle and patient with me. Thank you for having faults and not being annoying. And it's probably good that you didn't think you were perfect - that was for me to know and you to argue with. The only thing I can't thank you for is forgetting to take me with you. You've probably guessed that. Come back for me?
Love you so much,

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