Adventures of a Mrs.

The lobster was in a fowl mood today. He was irritated and frustrated and upset with himself. I knew immediately that he was not a happy kitty in the sandbox when he said hello. Actually he didn't even say hello I just looked at his face and say 'uh oh'. Okay, I didn't really say uh oh out loud, but I thought it in my head. Sort of.

The lobster and I are incredibly rarely both in a bad mood. When he is in one, there's this aspect of myself that immediately starts trying to make him laugh. I can't really control it. It happens subconsciously. He's just so cute when he's angry, and my heart just loves him so much that I don't want a single second wasted on upset feelings.

I have to admit there are times when I can't get him to snap out of it. Those moments don't come all that often, but they do occasionally happen. Sometimes he'll only switch back to happy when I become angry. It's like he's wearing a "I'm upset" suit and he's only no longer upset when he takes it off and I put it on. Today was looking like it might turn into one those days, until I pointed out that he will only be satisfied when I become angry. I said Why can't we just skip all this crap!? He started to crack... His tense jaw line and stern expression softened, ever so slightly, and I knew I had him. Once the concrete wall behind the dam starts to crack, it's only a matter of seconds before the whole thing comes crashing down. I'm too perceptive to let his half smile go ignored. I love his laughter too much to not chase after it.

Truth be told, I love laughter in general, not just the lobster's. Laughing is my most favorite thing to do, and I want to do it almost constantly. There are very rare periods (what I call, "dark" days) when I don't feel like laughing.

Anyway, the funny part of this entire diatribe between me and the lobster is that towards the end of his frustration, he said Ugh! You are NOT letting me be irritated and I want to be! By this point he was laughing, and his irritation was gone (so he was ever so slightly irritated by the fact that he was no longer irritated), so I said Do you want me to interrupt you? (This irritates him) Say something and I'll interrupt you! He said No! I said How about some chips? Do you want me to get some chips and chew into the microphone? (like nails on a chalkboard to this man) He said You know? You are really ruining this for me! And the laughter began...

This is the beautiful side of love. This is my favorite part of loving him and being a part of his life. I love laughing with him. I love turning moments that completely suck and are frustrating, into moments where grumpiness can't take root and irritability can't seem to stick around. I love being the person that keeps his jawline from being stern, and his heart from being too self deprecating. I love being his girlfriend.