Wednesday, January 13, 2010

A Chip Off the Old Block

My mom, she's a great lady and the best mom ever. But, if you're in need of some sympathy, best to go to someone else. When I was growing up, if any of us got hurt, my mom's best words of comfort were, "you'll live." Apparently, my mom's tough love technique has rubbed off on me as evidenced by this little scene in our apartment tonight:

We had just finished dinner and Mr. Frisby was doing the dishes, so I plopped down on the couch to relax for a few minutes before I had to go to YW. I had just sat down when I heard a loud "Ow!!!" from the kitchen. I waited to see if another would follow. It did, and then a "Shoot" and then another "Ow." So, I asked what happened as I walked into the kitchen to assess the situation. Our conversation went something like this:

MF - "I skewered my hand on that stupid Cutco knife that was in the silverware basket!"

*A little side note - The Cutco knife was placed in the silverware basket by Mr. Frisby himself in spite of my repeatedly telling him to put the sharp knives in the top rack.

Me - Silence. I just looked at the wound, trying to assess the damages.
MF - "It went in really deep. I could see way into my hand before it started bleeding."
Me - "Well, do you think it needs stitches?" (I couldn't tell - it was bleeding too much)
MF - "Yeah, probably. If it wasn't for that stupid Cutco knife in the silverware basket..."
Me - "Well, that's why you're supposed to put them in the top rack of the dishwasher."

Not a "Oh, that must hurt" or a "Oh, I'm really sorry" or a "Oh, what can I do to help".

Tough love. Sorry, honey. It's how I was raised. But, before you all think I'm the biggest jerk ever, I did drive him to the ER and waited with him for the hour it took for him to be seen. I didn't make him finish the dishes when we got home. And I only asked him once if he had learned his lesson about putting the sharp knives in the silverware basket. I even asked him how he was doing when I got home after YW. So, I think that means I'm only a little jerk.

9 comments:

Ella said...

Oh my goodness. Yes, the tough love is something I think all Jespersen spouses have to get used to. But Matt is definitely not like that with Jane! We'll see about Jack soon enough I guess.

Sharon said...

Steve is pretty much used to my lack of sympathy. So are the kids. Any time they cry about being hurt, I ask them, "Do we need to go to the hospital, or will you be okay?" That always shuts them up. I think Max would rather die than go to the hospital. Sometimes I do feel bad for being such a jerk, but I can't help myself. And Jared should be careful with the Cutco knives. I've cut myself on them and like my diving coach said, "Pain is a good teacher."

Dalene said...

Ouch for Mr. Frisby! But, let that be a lesson to all the men nice enough to do the dishes: listen to the wives - we do know what we're talking about in regards to dish and utensil placement.

mommafriz said...

You are mean!

mommafriz said...

Oh, & by you I mean all of you!

mommafriz said...

I forgot I meant to have added hehee you all make me look good..hahaha...thanks for that

Andrea said...

That attitude is totally how I was raised too! With Zoie, she cries in fake pain so often that I have almost no sympathy for the real pain. I end up saying things like, "You wouldn't have gotten hurt if you'd been sitting on the chair right way." Or, "That's why we watch where we're going."

MomandDad said...

But our kids are tough. We have no pussy cats in our family.

Julie Sparks said...

Too funny! I remember when Terrell and I got engaged; Steve said, "Dude, you know you won't get any sympathy, ever, right"? At least Terrell was warned.
Regarding the Cutco knives, I still have a scar on the top of my foot where one flew off the counter, flipped a couple of times and landed point down, on my foot. We were late for Sam's birthday, so I patched it up and we headed off, no time for tears (but I did hop around a bit and thought good and hard about swearing, but Terrell was there so I couldn't).
Cayenne pepper works really well as a blood clotter, if you're not inclined to head to the hospital .