I’ve been doing a lot of solitary activities to manage my quarantine anxiety and I guess it’s become an issue because I just received this email from Eric:
I’ve been doing a lot of solitary activities to manage my quarantine anxiety and I guess it’s become an issue because I just received this email from Eric:
I’m totally the cool wife who lets her husband kick back and enjoy his weekend away with the guys.
(loosely related to other Family Communication posts, all with the running theme that this family barely qualifies as a family.)
There was a faint rumor (aka, Steph mentioned it once) weeks ago that Mom and Dad were going to come to NY next weekend for Dad’s birthday, and the whole family was going to go to dinner. Naturally, no one has heard anything since. So I decided (like a fucking Lerman Family amateur) to check in with the siblings and see if anyone had information…
As usual, no one knows a goddamn thing.
So I decided to go to the source, and brought Mom and Dad into the conversation.
Which just goes to show that in 35 years being a member of this family, I have learned zero things.
9 years later…..
P.S. Steph literally did nothing.
Eric (as I come to sit down on the couch with him): “Don’t you want to change into your more comfortable ‘couch clothes?'”
Me: “Why? What are you saying? You don’t like my dress?”
Eric: “Stop trying to guess what I’m thinking when I say things. You’re giving my brain way too much credit. Inside my head is just a bunch of corgis jumping.”
I gave a speech at a friend’s rehearsal dinner last weekend and someone came up to me after and said, “You are an extremely eloquent speaker.” And it got me thinking, you know what, yeah, person I don’t know at all but who is now my new best friend, when it comes to verbal communication, I am extremely eloquent!
….as long as I have an entire 16-size-font, double spaced script in front of me (rehearsed for a minimum of three weeks and approved by no less than five trusted individuals), have at least one glass of wine but no more than three in my system, I am not interrupted once, it’s neither too hot nor too cold in the room, there are zero weird noises, no one looks at me funny, I’m not hungry, the lighting is friendly, I am feeling good about my outfit, my acne is under control, I’m not PMSing, and I remembered to take my Prozac.
Otherwise when I talk it’s this:
There is apparently no approach that will elicit a response.
Still nothing.
(Part of the Ebola Mom series)
And thus marks the first and last time I attempt to joke with Ebola Mom.
(Part of the Ebola Mom series)