It's been a super-stressball of a week. We got back from GenCon on Monday night, and I took Tuesday off to recuperate/actually get a bit of rest for once. So, naturally, Wednesday, Thursday and today have all be slammed, mostly with back to back (to back to back) meetings. My mother is coming into town, which is its own brand of stress (in that "Yay, Mom gets to see the new house and I get to see Mom! CLEAN ALL THE THINGS!" kind of way). And yesterday we noticed that the car was sounding like a small jet engine when we were driving.
Through one thing and five others, our plans for this evening got all shades of wonky, which lead to more stress on top of everything else. I did my best not to snap at anyone, especially Eric, because it's one of those things where it's not anyone's fault - it's just a bunch of stuff piled up on each other and my crap tolerance is not very high right now. I started to get panicky, which is always awesome, and ended up having to take an anxiety med to keep myself functional through the rest of the day.
Eric, being Eric, was able to tell how on edge I was, and sent me this email:
You know how I keep apologizing to you for things completely beyond either of our abilities to control?
The staff here [at the car dealership, where they discovered that the front wheel bearings were close to dying] keeps doing the same to me. When I asked what she was apologizing for, Louann said it pretty well.
"You've been with us nearly forever and I hate seeing that helpless look on anyone's face. The natural instinct is to apologize."
I can see your stressy face from here, and I'm apologizing because I don't have a magic wand that fixes everything. I love you, and I want to protect you from everything. And I can't protct you from this, so I apologize for my inability to protect you from it.
I love you. And I will face dragons down for you as much as I can. And I will arm you against dragons I can't fight myself. And, being me, I will apologize for the mosquitoes.
Because this is a mosquito. It is a temporary annoyance that we can easily deal with.
I left your mother a voice mail on her phone to let her know I may be late. Knock wood, I should still be there first, but forewarned is forearmed.
I love you and I will see you tonight.
What I love is that it's not enough for him to protect me - he also wants to make sure I can protect myself at the same time. One of the many reasons why our relationship works is because we can trust each other to be able to handle ourselves, with or without help (though help is nearly always appreciated).
In conclusion, my husband > your husband.