Every week, MRTL has this thing she calls Motif Monday. She gives us something to write about and I think I have only played it one time before. I think it was by coincidence though.
Today I am playing…even though for most of you, Monday is over.

Honestly this day couldn’t be over soon enough. The sooner THIS day is over I get to take another shower and wash this funk off of me, climb into bed with Alyx and wish Shaun was home so I could bury my head in his shoulder and cry until I fall asleep. Then I could wake up to Tuesday and know that Shaun will be home around oneish and I can pull him into bed with me and let him tell me all the soothing things he knows that will make everything all better.
Yes, this day couldn’t be over soon enough.

This Monday is How To:

In college I was forced to write a 50 page manual on a Multi-boot system (computer mumbo-jumbo) and how to install everything from the ground up.

I will not bore you with that ‘How To’.

My ‘How To’ was something I picked up from all the guys I hung out with. It’s called the “fuck it.” or in polite circles, “Wash”
Guys have this really cool way of having situations in their lives and not taking the drama route. They just say, “Fuck It” or “Wash” and they are done with it.

As a woman, I always had a hard time with this concept because I THOUGHT I was all about things being fair and things being talked out and things turning out all happily ever after and why can’t we all just get alongish.

If a guy gets into a slight fender bender he says ‘fuck it. it’s okay…i’ll just pound it out and it’ll be okay.”
If a guy gets a wound he will look at it and say, ‘whatever’ and go about playing softball and worry about it later.
If a two guys get into an argument about something they usually just say, ‘fuck it’ and then they don’t hang out with that person for awhile (until they forget why they stopped hanging out)

As a woman…I’m not like this. I freak out when I hit the curb, stub a toe or get into a disagreement.
I know i’ll live through it and everything will be fine, but my first response is to freak out and cry. Then talk the shit out of it. Explore every angle of the disagreement. I usually pick a friend that will listen and be able to see everyone’s side of the argument.

You all know when I went through my divorce I lost all my friends. I am not proud of that time, nor do I advise you take that route to rid yourself of every friend you have ever known…except one.
I was forced into learning the guy way of “Fuck it”. I will admit, I was horrible at it. With time you learn to just become numb to the fact that there is no one to talk to.
Where the hell where all of you in 2000? I could have used a friend or two!

Anyway…so here you go: What I learned from my handful of guy friends over the years..how to say “Fuck It” (or “Wash” – as in “it’s a wash..let it go”)

Dry your eyes.
Blow your nose.
Hold your head up.
Deep breath.
Get a pissed off expression.
say, “Fuck it.”
Shrug.
Pretend nothing is wrong while you’re filling out the Emergency Cards to your kids schools and for the love of GOD do not cry when it dawns on you that you have no one to put as your emergency contact so you put your ex-husband and under ‘Relationship’ you have to write ‘Friend’ and realize the horrible irony in it all.
Go to the bathroom.
Dry your eyes.
Blow your nose.
Rinse.
Repeat.