{"id":29,"date":"2008-07-07T00:27:00","date_gmt":"2008-07-07T00:27:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/psolis.com\/dreamscapes\/?p=29"},"modified":"2008-07-07T00:27:00","modified_gmt":"2008-07-07T00:27:00","slug":"you-can-count-on-me","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/psolis.com\/dreamscapes\/2008\/07\/you-can-count-on-me\/","title":{"rendered":"You Can Count On Me"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Today I am feeling a little sad &#038; melancholic. In a couple of days it will be my wife&#8217;s &#038; my 20th year anniversary and we are not getting along too well. I&#8217;ve tried creating communication with her but it never goes how I want it to. I do things that I think will make her happy &#038; it does not turn out that way. <\/p>\n<p>To give you an example. Yesterday I decided to clean the house. My wife is working alot with her new business. She is even working on Saturdays till 5pm &#038; has not had time to do the usual chores. It started simply enough. As I&#8217;m cleaning, my son tells me he wants to get a goldfish. I needed to prime the pump, clean the tank &#038; get the water conditioned for the fish, but the sink was full of dirty dishes. So I think &#8211; get my son involved in the chores &#8220;I&#8217;ll clean out the dishes and you help me by putting them in the dishwasher.&#8221; I thought innocent enough &#8211; no big deal, but that is what it became &#8211; A Big Deal! In that moment my wife walks in the door, sees us doing the dishes, the vacuum hose sprawled out on the floor &#038; the furniture moved around. She walks in &#038; does not say a word. She picks up the vacuum I had left on the floor &#038; starts vacuuming. Good so far right? She&#8217;s getting into it!<\/p>\n<p>&#8211; wrong &#8211; a storm&#8217;s a brewing and I didn&#8217;t even see the clouds roll in!<\/p>\n<p>Within minutes the thunder clapped with &#8220;I walk in the door &#038; you guys don&#8217;t even kiss me hello! &#8211; never mind!&#8221; Then more cleaning &#8211; this time furiously &#8211; Oh Boy! something is going on! Even my son noticed. He finished the dishes and before I knew it he was gone to his room. Now the storm is in full force! Thunder and lighting &#8211; then a sharp lighting cracked &#8220;You don&#8217;t have to smack me in the face like that!!&#8221; Whaaaat is going on?! Where did this come from &#038; why is she feeling attacked just because I am cleaning the house? <\/p>\n<p>So anyway I said to myself &#8220;I am not getting into a fight&#8221; &#038; told her &#8220;My only intention is to clean the house.&#8221; I must have missed something or not seen something, but boy was she mad. Avoiding a fight, I left the room. I went upstairs to clean the bedrooms. Without intending, this really pissed her off even more, because 1 hour later I came downstairs &#038; she just continues with : &#8220;Don&#8217;t start now thinking that you&#8217;re so wonderful at cleaning.&#8221; Holy sh&t;! I can&#8217;t be with this! Since when is cleaning the house a way of putting her down. I honestly did not intend nor think that she would respond like that!<\/p>\n<p>Honestly, I did not have any ulterior motive in cleaning the house, except to clean it. Yes, normally this is not one of my chores, but I just could not take the dust anymore. I was physically getting sick (I have sinus problems &#038; dust kills me!) The only thing that is present for me is that I did have an expectation that she would be happy. The thing that really saddens me is &#8211; when did I become the enemy?<\/p>\n<p>In moments like this, I don&#8217;t know what to say or do &#8211; so I withdraw. All I can do is be sad with where the argument went OR I can empower myself and just express what I really feel &#8211; if only here. <\/p>\n<p>So this song does that for me. It says what I originally wanted to say &#038; feel.<\/p>\n<p><span class=\"youtube\"><iframe loading=\"lazy\" title=\"YouTube video player\" class=\"youtube-player\" type=\"text\/html\" width=\"425\" height=\"344\" src=\"\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/3F5GVh_iUa4?wmode=transparent&amp;fs=1&amp;hl=en&amp;modestbranding=1&amp;iv_load_policy=3&amp;showsearch=0&amp;rel=1&amp;theme=dark\" frameborder=\"0\" allowfullscreen><\/iframe><\/span><\/p>\n<blockquote><p>Precious love<br \/>I&#8217;ll give to you<br \/>Blue as the sky and deep in the<br \/>Eyes of a love so true<br \/>Beautiful face<br \/>You make me feel<br \/>Light on the stairs<br \/>And lost in the air of a love so real<\/p>\n<p>You can count on me<br \/>Count on my love<br \/>Count on me<br \/>Count on my love to see you through<\/p>\n<p>Emerald eyes and China perfume<br \/>Caught on the wheel and lost in<br \/>The feel of a love so soon<br \/>Ruby lips<br \/>You make my song<br \/>Into the night and saved by the light<br \/>Of a love so strong<\/p>\n<p>And you can count on me<br \/>Count on my love, baby<br \/>Count on me<br \/>Count on my love to see you through<\/p>\n<p>Oooh, you can count on me, girl<br \/>You can count on my love<\/p>\n<p>Precious love<br \/>I&#8217;ll give it to you<br \/>Blue as the sky and deep in the<br \/>Eyes of a love so true<br \/>Beautiful face<br \/>You make me feel<br \/>Light on the stairs<br \/>And lost in the air of a love so real<\/p>\n<p>And you can count on me<br \/>Count on my love<br \/>Count on me<br \/>Count on my love to see you through<br \/>  &#8211; Jefferson Starship : Count On Me<\/p><\/blockquote>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<div class=\"entry-summary\">\nToday I am feeling a little sad &#038; melancholic. In a couple of days it will be my wife&#8217;s &#038;&hellip;\n<\/div>\n<div class=\"link-more\"><a href=\"http:\/\/psolis.com\/dreamscapes\/2008\/07\/you-can-count-on-me\/\" class=\"more-link\">Continue reading<span class=\"screen-reader-text\"> &ldquo;You Can Count On Me&rdquo;<\/span>&hellip;<\/a><\/div>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[26,22,17],"class_list":["post-29","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized","tag-music","tag-thoughts","tag-video","entry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/psolis.com\/dreamscapes\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/29","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/psolis.com\/dreamscapes\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/psolis.com\/dreamscapes\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/psolis.com\/dreamscapes\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/psolis.com\/dreamscapes\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=29"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"http:\/\/psolis.com\/dreamscapes\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/29\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/psolis.com\/dreamscapes\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=29"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/psolis.com\/dreamscapes\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=29"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/psolis.com\/dreamscapes\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=29"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}