What is a time of joy for many women was my darkest hour.
The other day I woke up to find a small tub of Oreo cookie ice cream in the freezer next to my Healthy Choice meals, which I promise I eat only because I like the taste.
Anyway, the ice cream was not a pleasant surprise. It wasn't there the night before and I do all the foraging in this house so I know I didn't buy it then suddenly have short-term memory loss. Also, I hate Oreo ice cream and the only other person in this house loves it. So mystery solved, right?
Wrong. Because the other person in this house is also lactose intolerant. He shouldn't be eating ice cream, much less Oreo cookie ice cream in the middle of night. He, of course, is a grown up who's managed not only to survive but to thrive on his own for these past 33 years so I should have just let it go, right? Wrong.
As soon I discovered the offending treat I shoot off a text to my main squeeze just to let him know that I knew.
"Oh, I saw your ice cream."
He responded with a "Ha" ("lol" is apparently not for real men) and left it at that.
But, of course, I didn't. I proceeded to lecture (yes, via text) on the pitfalls of late night bodega runs for the milk-adverse. I could practically feel my thumbs getting numb from all the nagging. But I couldn't stop myself. And nagging? Really? I prefer to call it "consistent targeted caring." Yes, I do it a lot.
Sure, if you haven't got anything nice to say, then don't say anything at all. But if you've got something HELPFUL to share then share and share alike! I can't even convince myself. And the ice cream is gone. And I didn't eat it. So really the whole "do this, not that" charade was just that.
Really what I want to ask is whether or not this is a thing. I don't want to be alone in my gentle nudging. I know it's -- wrong is too strong of a word -- maybe just annoying, but what's the alternative? Letting someone just be? I don't know about that.