The Week in Review put on by the always witty Meghan from Clean Eats Fast Feets is supposed to act as a documentation of all the things that were accomplished last week, in list form. It’s like a checked-off to-do list.
Like instead of getting all down on ourselves about what we didn’t do, we’re supposed to list off all the shit we did do. Since technically in these types of posts I’m allowed to toot my own horn I thought I would take this opportunity to tell you a story.
On Monday night Andrew and I (and our cute albeit naughty tag-a-long) went to the Cactus Club for dinner. While we were standing in the lobby waiting for a table, a guy and two girls came inside and stood beside us. They were goofing around and then the guy said loudly, “Ohhh boy… do you need me to take you to the psych ward? It’s time for your medication!” and they all laughed.
Andrew carried Callum to our table and I slowly walked behind them, my face burning. I kept spinning around to walk back to the group that came in and then changed my mind. I did that over and over again until I finally just decided to just sit down at our table.
We couldn’t really eat, mostly because Callum doesn’t mix well with selfish things like eating, drinking, showering, etc. but also because I just felt like what that guy said aloud in the lobby was offside and offensive. I sat there sipping my wine, rehearsing what I might say to him that would be helpful.
When I’m on my game, (when I’m not drunk, have PMS, or naked) I am pretty good at stopping myself before doing something impulsive and asking if what I’m about to do is helpful. In this case, I decided it was. So when our dinner was done, I took a detour out the door and pulled up a bar stool beside the guy who said the shit about the psych ward and I awkwardly stuck out my hand and smiled my toothy grin.
“Hi, I’m Suzy! No, I’m not hitting on you. Ha ha ha.” He stuck out his hand and said his name and smiled back. The girl beside him laughed and said, “Well, I’m his sister, so it wouldn’t matter if you were hitting on him!” It was a good solid start. All smiles.
I told him that I heard what he said in the lobby, and when I asked him if he has ever had anyone that he loves in the psych ward, he said yes. I wasn’t surprised at all by his answer. Then I pretty much told him to be careful next time, because saying that stuff out loud in public can really hurt people, and I could tell that he wasn’t in the business of hurting people. I also assured him that I have said and done a lot of things that have hurt people and that I am only able to talk to him about this by grace, and that if he can extend grace to me and I can extend grace to him, then we can meet in the middle.
His and his sister’s eyes told me a story so dark and so heavy that I knew I had touched on something open and bleeding. I shook both of their hands again and smiled, and then I left. All I can do now is hope that he was able to see my heart and that by loving and caring for people, minus judgement, is what will change this world one day at a time.
Let’s get rid of the mental illness stigma, shall we? It’s getting old.
Okay so anyway, on Tuesday we drove down to the States and I bought a bunch of running clothes for super cheap. Remembrance Day on Wednesday, Freddy has his first tutoring session on Thursday which went so incredibly well, which pleases me to no end. On Friday I made butter chicken and cookies, and then on Saturday Callum got his 18 month immunizations. He was a champ.
I took Freddy and Jake to Freddy’s soccer game (we picked up my mom on the way) and then on Sunday Lora and I ran a 17 mile run together thanks to Andrew’s mom for babysitting the dictator.
And then on Sunday night Andrew and I drank a bunch of wine and when I checked my phone in the morning, I noticed that I had taken a zillion pictures of our cat licking herself.
What is the weirdest thing you’ve found on your phone the morning after a night of drinks?
Would you have said something to that guy? Should I have kept it to myself? Why or why not?