Wednesday, September 21, 2011
When in doubt, call Delilah
Momformation today, it's our anniversary.
Problem is, I've been less wife and more trouble and strife lately.
If I were the type to call into a radio show, and Ian were the type to listen to a radio show, I might consider calling into Delilah right about now.
What would I tell Delilah?
I would tell her I've been unfair and unkind to my husband, who is not with me right now.
I would tell her I regret some of the things I've said to him over the phone.
I would tell her I regret thoughts I've had. I would tell her I regret the self pity I've been feeling, and expressing, in the most embarrasing, shameful ways, and the frustration I have been trying to take out on him.
I would tell her I regret just about everything that I've said and done in the past week.
I would tell her I want him to know I love him and how grateful I am to have him.
I would tell her I want him to know I know he's doing the best he can and I'm sorry if I've suggested otherwise.
Except I wouldn't want Delilah to pick the songs for me, oh horrors. Imagine the cheesiness:
So sad, so sad, such a sad sad situation.....Sorry seems to be the hardest word.
Or Chicago's Hard for me to say I'm sorry
You are the wind beneath my wings.....
I do like this one:
No. I would have to pick the songs myself.
No, I'd have to write them myself.
Unless there are any songs called, "Forgive me, I'm an idiot?"
Or how about, "Can I blame PMS every day of the month?"
Or, "Maybe it's time to renew that prescription?"
If you were Delilah, what songs would you play for my poor, battered husband?