Learn When To Sit Down, Shut Up And Be Happy!

Right now, I'm sitting on the sofa wondering what I did to deserve this. I'm also waiting to see when exactly I will wake up. I just had to let you know that sometimes, you need to just shut up and be happy... and don't look for what could be wrong.

Let me elaborate...

Early this morning (a Sunday morning!), I had a business meeting and some errands to run... And I didn't have breakfast... And I have a lot of work to get done... And did I mention that it was Sunday? Never mind that last night my neighbours had a house party that rocked my entire residential area until 3:00am (complete with DJ and ten subwoofers). Never mind that Slick did not finish work until after midnight and had to drive in the opposite direction to drop others home before going back to his own home. Never mind that we both had an 8:00am wake up call... on a Sunday.

So Slick has been driving me around town all day, helping me to get stuff done. And still no breakfast. By a little after noon, we are both rather agitated. Hungry and tired and agitated. Documents to print, things to deliver, places to visit, calls to make... And then finally, some time around 3:00pm, we finally finish the business part of the day and make it back home to try and have... a Sunday afternoon.

With my agitated self, I started cleaning upstairs and managed to make more of a mess than I had started out with, thanks to the exploding bucket of mop water. Very frustrated and even more agitated, I came downstairs and threw a mini-tantrum about it.

Things could have gone very downhill from there. 

Instead, I find Slick - my Slick - in the kitchen, cooking up a three-course meal over an incredibly hot stove. 

He doesn't want any help. 

He doesn't even want me to be in the kitchen. 

He wants me to sit down. 

That's what he wants. 

And then he brings me a drink while I'm sitting on the sofa. 

And then he puts on my favourite music. 

It's Sunday afternoon! There is stuff to be done and this is the only day we can do it! I'm screaming inside.

But no. Slick says these exact words to me:

"Have a seat, baby. Here's a drink for you. Lunch will be ready soon."

Umm... Did I miss something? Did I win a lottery or something? 

WHERE DID YOU COME FROM?!

This is what I want to scream at him. And then he sits on the sofa and gives me a five-minute foot rub while he's waiting for the rice to finish cooking.

WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME?!

This is what I want to ask him. I want to know what movie he stepped out from.

And then he pours me another drink...

And then that same voice - the one that pops up and tells me off every now and then when I need it - comes alive.

Shut up, woman. Sit down, shut up and be happy.

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What more can I say?