Beloved has a very quirky sense of humor. He tends to love movies that have (in my opinion) that frat house humor. He could watch "Airplane" over and over and still laugh like it's the first time he's ever seen it. He loves to make puns that most people don't get or makes them groan. I happen to think he's quite funny. His sarcastic dry wit has saved us from many a dark moment or long argument.
Tonight, we were on our way to the last chance Mass at our Church. What is it about going to church and my family? All hell seems to break loose as we are trying to get ready to go to church. Everyone is picking on one another, whining about something or another - and I'm trying to get into the right mindset. Usually I can ignore my kids when they turn into the Bickerson's, but this evening, something in me snapped. I mean I really lost it. I turned into screaming, banshee mother. I ripped each child a new one as we are driving into the church parking lot. I'm reading them the riot act and putting the fear of God in them if this behavior continues during Mass, there will be serious consequences. Possibly, bodily harm...
Everyone gets out of the car. I continue to sit behind the wheel trying to compose myself. I'm hopping mad. I'm ticked off that I let myself get sucked into the vortex of my kid's bad attitudes and now I'm completely not in my right mind as I"m about to celebrate a Mass. I turn to Beloved and say, I'm so upset that I let myself react that way. I'm really in a snit now...I continue barking at Beloved about what has just occurred as we are walking into the church. I"m going on and on as I tip my finger into the Holy Water font and make the sign of the cross. I'm walking toward the pew that we always sit and Beloved who is walking behind me, grabs my arm and turns me towards him. I turn with a disgusted look on my face and mouth "What?!"
He says to me and I quote, "I heard a sizzling sound and I wanted to make sure that the Holy Water didn't burn a cross into your forehead, Demon woman."
I came undone. Instantly, I let my anger dissipate and I actually laughed out loud in church! I had to grab my hand and place it over my mouth. Beloved just shook his head at me and chuckled to himself. That little bit of humor changed everything. I wasn't mad anymore. I actually felt my blood pressure drop.
It's hard to stay mad when someone is making fun of the behavior that you're actually angry about. I like that about him.
I can not stop laughing - B's mom and the water bottle of Holy Water (she will have to tell you if you have not already heard the story), maybe next time try drinking it when you are in a bad spot
I am glad you were able to celebrate from a good place
Posted by: K | July 12, 2009 at 11:17 PM
Just got home for a 4 day vaca up north. I am sitting here about wetting my pants. That is hilarious. I just love it. Once again I think you missed your calling you should be a writer of some kind.
Posted by: LAF | July 13, 2009 at 01:23 AM
Okay I don't mean to ask a stupid question here..but...did the holy water burn a cross in your forehead? Is there a little "cosmetic touch-up" in your future? Just asking 'cause I have been scorched myself once or twice and I can recommend a good cosmetic surgeon...
Posted by: Beth | July 13, 2009 at 06:22 PM
OK - I came back agin to read this and this time while laughing once again it reminded me of a point just this year when I asked Corey if the font pump may have a short because I kept getting shocks - ones strong enough to hear - He told me I was the only one with this problem and I should consult Fr Bill
Posted by: K | July 14, 2009 at 08:19 PM
B- No- there were no burn marks on my forehead.
K- I think that's God's way of trying to get your attention...
Posted by: Deb | July 14, 2009 at 10:44 PM
Your husband made me laugh! What a great story. It says a lot about your relationship that he was able to get you in the right frame of mind for mass so easily.
Posted by: lam | July 14, 2009 at 11:59 PM