One of my favorite Mad Woman stories was told by a friend who became enraged about syrup. Her husband was enjoying pancakes for breakfast one morning when his pregnant wife walked into the kitchen, saw him eating and screamed, “WHY ARE YOU USING THE WAFFLE SYRUP ON PANCAKES??!!” He was apparently acquainted with the Mad Woman because he quickly and quietly put away the syrup he was using and took out a different kind of syrup from the cupboard. Still, he was puzzled. Why did this crazy woman think that there were separate syrups and where did his wife go? They laugh about the story now.
Another memorable story involved chocolate syrup. My friend, pregnant with her third child was cleaning up her house while her husband watched their other two small children outside. She proudly stood up to admire her sparkling clean kitchen floor that she had carefully scrubbed by hand. She left the room, unaware that her family was coming back inside for some unknown reason. As quickly as they came in, they left to go back outside again. She was still feeling her great sense of accomplishment as she walked back into the kitchen, only to stop abruptly in mid-step. When she saw her kitchen floor, she placed her hand onto her chest as she gasped to breathe. Her floor that was clean only moments before, now had three sets of muddy footprints that stretched from the door throughout the entire kitchen and back to the door again. She stumbled to sit down. She began to fight back tears when suddenly she felt a flush of deep, bright red that started at her toes and climbed up through her body. And like that, the MAD WOMAN enters the scene. She no longer wanted to cry. She was ANGRY. She had been on her hands and knees…scrubbing the floor while pregnant…and no one could even take off their shoes!! She began to pace the kitchen. She was blinded by one color. All she could see was RED. On the walls, in the cupboards, in the fridge….until….all she saw was a bottle of chocolate syrup.
She told me that she didn’t know what happened but that MAD WOMAN grabbed the syrup and started to squirt it onto the floor. It started as lines and turned into circles and loops until the anger was gone. She then carefully wrote a note for her husband. “I have cleaned the floors once today. It is your turn.” She went to the other room to read until her kids came in from playing outside. He didn’t even question the note...or the chocolate syrup. He unknowingly summonsed the MAD WOMAN to his house. And he knew what many husbands of pregnant women know…you cannot argue with the MAD WOMAN. You just wait for her to leave. Later that day, her husband quietly cleaned the floor, happy that his wife had returned.
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