It was a long weekend. Rarely does one get a thrill out of the arrival of Monday – but I sure did this morning. I was sick in bed all weekend. At first it was a basic sore throat and fever and then Sunday it developed overnight into the Mean Reds. You know, the malady introduced to us by Truman Capote’s Holly Golightly:
Holly Golightly: You know those days when you get the mean reds?
Paul Varjak: The mean reds. You mean like the blues?
Holly Golightly: No. The blues are because you’re getting fat, and maybe it’s been raining too long. You’re just sad, that’s all. The mean reds are horrible. Suddenly you’re afraid, and you don’t know what you’re afraid of. Do you ever get that feeling?
I was a mess – worse than a cranky toddler. Tossing and turning in bed all day and bursting into sporadic fits of cries and tears. At one point I started to wonder if something was really wrong with me. Where were these emotions coming from? Was I just depressed from being sick in bed? Did I develop a disorder overnight? Was I…umm, pregnant? (I’m not, chill out)
But no, it was just a simple case of the mean reds. Nothing was making them go away. I didn’t realize until the skies cleared this morning that I had no idea what I wanted. I was getting so angry with Ryan for not just simply FIXING me. I’m not proud to say that I proved that old adage to be true – women do not know what they want. Poor Ryan was stuck chasing a wild goose chase trying to make me happy. He deserves a medal. Although it was probably good practice for when we do have a cranky three-year old to deal with… However, I think I was worse….yes Ryan deserves all the remaining ice cream cake in the house.
Around 9:30 p.m. the tides began to turn. Eating an ice cream sundae with everything in the pantry on it while binge watching Parenthood (no spoilers please, only on season 3!!!) finally calmed me down.
We made it through the night unscathed.
A positive thing about the weekend?
I did manage to finish my book.
“The Interestings” by Meg Wolitzer
I laughed and cried my way through it this weekend.
Amazing read especially for anyone who aspired to an artistic career as a youth. But heed this simple warning – side effects may include the Mean Reds. (I can think of no other cause for my short bout into insanity).
But more on the book later this week.
Monday, you brought a typical, boring yet stressful day the office – thank you. Ryan thanks you more.