I think I need to stop being so neurotic about how neurotic I am. At the wedding reception on Saturday, I had a klutzy moment. I slipped when cutting some food, and proceeded to shoot chicken with mango salsa right off my plate, into DH's lap. A normal person would have been slightly embarrassed, but continued with the meal after picking up the mess. Not me, though. I was suddenly convinced that the entire table was staring at me in horror (the whole table- that would be DH, Nic, MrNic and my parents), so I burst into tears. Which, of course, was going to make everybody stare at me further and make me more embarrassed. Which made me cry harder. I had sort of gotten myself back under control when the waiter came by and offerred to get me a drink- "...some water, or a soda perhaps?" Great, now the staff thinks I'm drunk 20 minutes into lunch. DH asked me later why I had reacted so strongly, completely not accepting the explanation of how embarrassed I was. He gave me a look as though he thought I was nuts. I guess I think I am, too. I've replayed the moment thousands of times in the past two days. I can't stop obessessing over how stupidly I overreacted. And how stupid I am to be obessessing over it.


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    Hubby- aka DH My husband since 1995. He is the head of the band department at a college prep school, and dabbles as a wanna-be pop star.

    The Princess- aka DD. Third grader at the local parochial school. Loves butterlies, sparkly things, the color purple and has recently developed a crush on one of the twins from "The Suite Life of Zach and Cody". Is ready for her teenage years, having already perfected her exasperated sigh and dramatic eye-roll.

    Hoss- aka DS1. Kindergartener and resident spirited child. His aunt likes to call him "the evil genius" because of his penchant for letting a lack of intellectual stimulation lead him into mischief. Likes trucks, sports, building things and burping. His current favorite word is "underwear."

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