Saturday, November 8, 2008

Diagnosis PPR (Post-Post Regret)

Surely this is already an established diagnosis here in Blogtopia! You post something and then, for whatever reason, wake up regretting it? I would imagine there would be a lot of PPR among those that enjoy a cocktail (or 2 or 10) while typing. Or maybe a post gets published while in the heat of an argument, and once tempers cool, the regret begins to swell.

Well, I was not drunk or mad when I posted the tribute to my husband (and Mr. McCain), but boy, am I regretting it. Not because of any negativity among commentators. Everyone has been gracious, kind and even effusive. And that's exactly the problem. 

I think I may have gotten a little carried away. Yes, everything I wrote is indeed... true. He's a gifted doc with an amazing bedside manner. He is crazy about his kids... blah blah blah. But he also annoys the crap out of me sometimes (like now) and doesn't have the most consistent personal hygiene habits in the world. He confuses my birthday with our anniversary every single year (in his defense, they are only one day apart), and has given me presents for said events from the hospital gift shop, on more than one occasion. He's obsessed with Corvettes, and loves to "toot his own horn" about the laundry he does. He loads the dishwasher with the clear expectation that I fawn and offer thanks. He worries to the point of paranoia, and insists that there are people actively planning to murder our entire family.

So I have obviously typed myself into the proverbial corner. Who am I going to turn to when I want to bitch about Mr. Wonderful (like now)? I implore you to forget I ever brought up his many good points and focus only on the negative. Please? For me?


14 comments:

Kristina P. said...

Deb, you crack me up. I love that your regret post is about a positive, nice post, and you replace it with one about imperfections. Hahahahaha!

I guess I can forgive you.

jill jill bo bill said...

We must ban together. People who know how wonderful mine is never feel sorry for me when I need them to. I am here for you, Deb. We need to come up with a name of our club.

Just for the record, yours is such a clueless boob! He has no idea what he has in you!!! Feel better? I do. Thanks. I will be thinking of a cool name for our club.

Tony said...

It will be ok Deb. We men have this strange skill that allows us to not be annoying after a while. We also forget very quickly that you were mad at us. Never forget that you carry the keys to the universe.Without woman we are mere knuckle dragging kretons.

avtcoach said...

I am just sayin...nobody thinks a man is that perfect even with the most perfect post. And nobody thinks a man in that bad even with the most well written post. Don't regret...it goes without saying that the true blog friends know anyway and celebrate with you when you feel great about "the man" and understand when he's not so dreamy. Keep your posting confidence high!!!

Lindsay said...

Ahh, to be able to complain about your husband on your blog...such a luxury! I guess that's what I get for telling him (excitedly) about my blog a long time ago.

We all know your husband's human. No one is that perfect, even MY husband ;) So complain away!

Kellan said...

This is so funny! I like a little good with the bad - Ha!

Have a good weekend - Kellan

amelia bedelia said...

I SO get it! Trust me! I love mine, but if he comes by me one more time crunching his ice, or eating cereal or pulls the covers off of me or stares at the tv when i am trying to tell him something important.....ok, i'll stop now. but you get it! And I understand!

stefanie said...

So funny, you are. Self-diagnosing when there's a doctor in the house.

Denise said...

Its ok Deb...I have your back. And I will believe you even if you change your story every other day :-) I couldnt post about my hubby today...I am mad at him right now and then I might regret what I say.

Wendyburd1 said...

It's FORGOTTEN...your hubby's a doctor?... You must have made your parents VERY happy.

angie said...

Of course you should always vent here. We just won't believe you. Just kidding.

Have I ever told you how much I love your comments and posts?

Brenda Jean said...

Ummmm...how horrible he must be to live with. What a dastardly dude-- gifts from the dang gift shop of all things. (My hubby brings me Lindt truffles from the gift shop-- I try to be mad but they taste so good.). And how dare he toot his own horn? He should be tooting YOUR HORN.

There, was that good? BAHAHAHAHAHA

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Rhyan said...

It will be ok Deb. We men have this strange skill that allows us to not be annoying after a while. We also forget very quickly that you were mad at us. Never forget that you carry the keys to the universe.Without woman we are mere knuckle dragging kretons.