Note: stress, anxiety, hunger, dehydration, and sleep deprivation
are a hypergolic mixture. Handle with extreme caution.
Note: There are comparatively few things that can cause a
full-scale Mandelbear melt-down, complete with gibbering apologies,
silent, dry-eyed sobbing and a deep desire to simultaneously curl up in a
ball, storm out of the room, and drop through the floor. Being told by an
angry Colleen that I have hurt her without even knowing it -- totally
failed at this "being human" thing -- is one of them.
Note for next time: take a big drink of something cold and wet,
have a very quick dinner, put any unexpected guests in the care of the
kids, and retire to the bedroom with Colleen and two glasses of something
alcoholic for an hour of snuggle and catching up.
OK; I'll unpack that.
On the way home from the airport we had some silly argument over caller ID
and our cell phones. I should know better than to try to explain
something like that to somebody who clearly doesn't care about the
technical details, but I was tired enough for it to have seemed important
at the time.
The anxiety and stress part was mostly over Colleen's not having heard
back about her ultrasound. We were both hungry; I was sleep-dep'd from
the con and stressed from travel.
I thought we'd talked enough about the con, at least for a while;
there were unexpected guests in the house -- at least, I hadn't
been expecting them -- and Colleen didn't want to embarass me in front of
them by telling me to stop paying attention to my LJ and pay some
attention to her.
Public Service Announcement: It may conceivably embarass me a
little to be reminded to pay attention to my wife, but I'm a bear of very
little brain, and an occasional whack from a cluebat doesn't hurt.
Something along the lines of "stop hanging out with your silicon mistress
and talk to me" would work fine. Or, "kiss me now, you idiot!"
As I've said several times, I don't do subtle.