my girl is a warbler. for those of you unfamiliar, that means she doesn’t just emote, she has loud prolonged sessions of sadness. this is nothing new. she’s been a warbler since way back. i have clear memories of stubby hubs hunk calling to check in from work. the goose was probably 3. he’d ask how our day was going. i tell him the bug and i were having a stellar day. i’d then open her bedroom door, stick the phone in so he could hear her shrill mental breakdown. i’d close the door and say, and that’s how the goose is doing.
well it was a great summer. she loved me again (she’s 11 so that’s no small feat). she still couldn’t stand that the bug breathed air, but she was loving me, so it was a slight improvement.
with stress comes warbling. so she’s back to school as a sixth grader which has some travails. today it started with me having to sign a note from her math teacher because she had forgotten her math workbook in her backpack. seems kind of funny to me that the teacher wouldn’t just let her go back to her homeroom to get it, but i’m not the queen of the world (yet). then the world truly ended. i asked her to go outside and get a stick and clean the dog poop out of her sneakers. WELL, i might as well have asked her to lick it off her shoes for the racket she was making. inside, stubs and i were giggling at her. she going on, you know, the regular stuff, what am i thinking making her do this, it’s poop for crying out loud. she’s never going to wear those shoes again. gagging noises. a half an hour later she brings me the shoes. she’s dripping with sweat and foaming at the mouth. she presents them for my inspection and, wouldn’t you know it, she was really using some elbow grease, they’re practically sparkling. another warbling comes to an end.
poor stubby hubs hunk. he doesn’t really know what to think of her. after dinner, it was just the two of us. he said, do you think it’s normal? to which i said i’m sure everybody handles it differently, but they all are feeling the same stuff. insight into the brilliance that is a man’s mind: “well i just hope she doesn’t end up on a stripper pole somewhere”.
so do i stubs, so do i.