Kate’s Monumental Pity Party

Today I had the mother of all pity parties! And the guest of honor? The hostess with the mostest? Yours truly, Ms. Kate Loveton.

eeyore-1I pretty much walked around today looking as woebegone as a certain beloved A.A. Milne character. Yep, ‘Eyeore’ spelled backwards is KATE. Okay, folks, let’s not get literal here – ‘Eyeore’ spelled backwards is actually ‘Eroeye’… but, today, it was just another name for KATE.

My beautiful Friday started out well and then quickly went down the toilet. First, at work, I was left out of a meeting I should have been invited to attend. That bothered me a great deal and made me question my value to the team.

We all want to feel loved, right? Valued? Special? Important to someone, be it organization or friend or family member. So, I wasn’t a happy trooper. Later, I did find out the lack of invitation was an oversight, and was offered some heartfelt apologies, and that did go a long way to restoring my self-esteem.

Even so, it pretty much defined the way my day was going to go. A few other things occurred and, well, let’s face it: when a day starts out bad, there is usually only one way for it to go.


its-my-party-and-ill-cry-if-i-want-to-3I ended my day feeling undervalued, unappreciated, and just plain hurt. Then began the monumental pity party: no one appreciates me; no one really gives a damn; why be nice? the hell with everybody!

As I said, it was a MONUMENTAL pity party.

So, in a foul mood, I walked in the door at home and began to dump my entire day on my poor husband.

Now, my husband is the exact opposite of me: he has a sunny disposition; he’s not moody; and he is LOGICAL.

Kate, it is logical that you feel the way you do!

Kate, it is logical that you feel the way you do!

Now, for the ladies reading this post – work with me on this: doesn’t it just make you nuts when you want someone to join in on your pity party and they offer a LOGICAL point of view? I don’t want logic! I’m a woman! I’m not Mr. Spock! I want someone to listen to me whine and say, “You are absolutely right to feel the way you do.”

But nooooo – You men, creatures of clear thinking that you are, rarely offer us Pablum, even when we’re acting two years old; only our girlfriends – God bless ’em – offer us that solace.

Mr. Loveton’s take on my day: (1) you’re overtired because you’ve been doing a lot the last few weeks, both at home and at work, and you need a break; (2) you’re being just a bit silly and if you weren’t so tired, you’d realize that; and (3) the  pièce de ré·sis·tance – he quoted my beloved Frank Sinatra’s musical advice to “pick yourself up, dust yourself off, and start all over again.”


I can fight Mr. Loveton. I can even take issue with Mr. Sinatra. But there’s no way in hell I can fight them both – especially when they are right.

So, my sense of entitlement and hurt feelings – my beautiful pity party – quickly fell to pieces.

Taking the sting out of the day.

Taking the sting out of the day.

To take the sting out of his good advice, Mr. Loveton then took me out to dinner and put a cool chardonnay in front of me. Amazing how a good glass of wine can sometimes make a bad day seem much better!

Well, that and the news that my car is now repaired and back home. I am definitely doing the happy dance. I’ve missed my car. I think it missed me. I’ve had dreams of it sitting in a broken down heap at the Collision Center, waiting for the ‘doctors’ to put old Humpty back together again. Well, they did – and a swell job it is.

Like new again.

Like new again.

So, in spite of a not so great day, I had a lovely Friday evening. I had Frank Sinatra give me a word of good advice, a fine chardonnay to chase the blues away, and my pretty black car is tucked safely away inside the garage.

And, in the end, it’s not the meetings you aren’t invited to or how you feel you’re regarded, it’s how you regard yourself.

Now excuse me, I have just a little more dusting off to do before bedtime.  Goodnight, Mr. Loveton – and, Frank, goodnight to you, too.  ❤

About Kate Loveton

Aspiring novelist. Avid reader of fiction. Reviewer of books. By day, my undercover identity is that of meek, mild-mannered legal assistant, Kate Loveton, working in the confines of a stuffy corporate law office; by night, however, I'm a super hero: Kate Loveton, Aspiring Novelist and Spinner of Tales. My favorite words are 'Once upon a time... ' Won't you join me on my journey as I attempt to turn a hobby into something more?
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75 Responses to Kate’s Monumental Pity Party

  1. Kate, just thought I’d stop over, and see what interesting posts I might have missed. What a charming hubby to help smooth this rough patch of a day.
    Hoping all is well, and you are enjoying the fall season! 🙂

  2. LOL (between the sympathetic frowns). Mr. Logical’s a keeper. I trust the party has died down by now. Hope you enjoy riding the crest of summer, Kate.

  3. alexraphael says:

    Love and marriage… 😉 Great post. Such an engaging style.

  4. What a great way to take an awful day, and turn it into something we easily identify with, yet get through it with good feelings because of your humour! Yeah, those logical husbands — guess we got ’em for a good reason– they’re good for us, character development etc. 😉 and then how sweet of him to ensure your day and story had such a good “happy ending.” 🙂 This was very satisfying for us readers too. (Wait a minute – that wasn’t fiction was it?? 😉 )

    • Kate Loveton says:

      GIGGLE! I really enjoyed your comments. Trust me, this wasn’t fiction. I did have a pretty big pity party that day. Fortunately, they don’t occur too terribly often. 😀

  5. markbialczak says:

    Wine, good food, smooth ride and a smart hubby. Job? What job? Here’s to you and Mr. Loveton, my friend Kate. One, two, three, take it Francis … That’s life …

  6. I’m sorry to hear you had such a rough day, Kate…but…this post was hilarious! A glass of cool chardonnay can cure any foul mood. I hope your week improved. 🙂

  7. Adan Ramie says:

    Haven’t we all been there?

    As much as I hate to admit it, and as much as I am often on the giving end of that logic, when I’m in the mood to throw myself a pity party, no Mr. or Mrs. Spock can bring me back up quickly. It often takes a lot of cajoling, and, as my wife calls it, “discussion” (read: I throw a fit and she tries to manage it).

    I’m glad that Mr. Loveton helped you back into the race, Kate!

    • Kate Loveton says:

      Hi Adan – well, we all need a little tenderness when we’re down – and a little proffered pragmatism. I’m sure Mrs. Ramie is good at fit management! 😀 Hope you’ve had a lovely summer.

  8. What a fabulous post! I was right there with you at your pity party. I’ve had those, and the only one in attendance is me and MAP (yup, Pam spelled backwards). Map and I can go on and on about what went wrong with a day. And my guy is very Spock-like (an engineer, of course) and reacts like your guy. Makes me SO MAD (not Map) when he’s right, and that occurs way too often. 🙂

  9. gpeynon says:

    Yes, it certainly is great advice from Frank… and I now have that song running around in my head. Thanks.

    • Kate Loveton says:

      Hi ya, pal… just for you:


      So… um… how’s your head NOW? 😀 😀 Sigh… forgive me for being so evil. Now you will have that loop accompanying the rest of your evening… 😀

      • gpeynon says:

        Hey Stranger! Good to see you back. My head is fine thank you, except for my 10-year-old daughter playing bloody Taylor Swift this morning. Now I’ve got her rattling around in there somewhere.

  10. nimi naren says:

    Good to know you felt better at the end of the day. The logic of men….can so…relate to that.

  11. dodgysurfer says:

    Thanks for making me chuckle and smile at another’s version of a bad day.

  12. My husband can shake me out of pretty much any funk, also. I am prone to becoming depressed (not clinically, just sad) about things out of my control (like the meeting you weren’t invited ti). My husband refuses to join the pity party, turning it into a joke, and making me prefer to join his happy dance over my pity party. Love husbands like that.

  13. noelleg44 says:

    A bad day always has a good ending if there is a glass of wine and a sympathetic (if not enthusiastically supportive) hubby!

  14. Glynis Jolly says:

    You know, for a right-brained thinker that I most definitely am seeing that there are parts of the left-brain that haven’t worked for decades, I’m pretty logical when it comes to mishaps, catastrophes, and utter disasters. Instead of having a pity party, I’m trying to find a good and quick fix for whatever it is so I can get past the stupid thing.

  15. belindacrane says:

    I think it’s our way of letting the steam out of the valve! 🙂

  16. We love you! Sometimes I can almost feel a pity party coming on long before life presents the opportunity to throw it so when the THING happens I’m almost relieved to just get it out and over with.

    My husband senses this too and prepares himself. 🙂

  17. Sounds like you have a wonderful husband! You are valued. Chin up!

    • Kate Loveton says:

      I do have a wonderful husband. And I quickly got past the pity party. Ah, but it was truly MONUMENTAL while it was happening.

      Heck, if you’re going to do something, go for the gusto!

  18. I had a bad week, too. I think I need your Mr. Loveton to tape record his advice and send me a copy. HUGS to you! ❤

    • Kate Loveton says:

      Hey, but I gave you some Sinatra, Rachel! If you’re going to listen to something taped, trust me: Mr. Loveton, sweet as he is, can’t hold a candle vocally to Mr. S.

      You just gotta pick yourself up, dust yourself off, and start all over again… like the man sang! 😀 😀

      I hope you have been having a lovely summer, my friend.

  19. Julia Lund says:

    I much prefer the sound of your Friday night to your day … so glad it ended well. And thank you for sharing this. Your wisdom “…it’s how you regard yourself…” has just hit the spot for me when I needed to hear it.

    Hope your weekend is full of you regarding yourself as a talented, lovely woman. And more chardonnay.

  20. Now, my husband is the exact opposite of me: he has a sunny disposition; he’s not moody; and he is LOGICAL.

    I rolled my eyes for you right there… *laughs* (We need men like that in our lives.) I hope the final dusting did the trick, my friend.

  21. jan says:

    Nothing is worse that not being appreciated for your work on a project! It would definitely put me in a pity party!

  22. Sometimes a good wallow in the mud makes one feel refreshed and ready to take on the sunshine.

  23. I feel bad clicking ‘like’ to your post, with you having such a day and all. We all get those blue days but you should know that you are very much appreciated as far as I am concerned.

    I hope the new day finds you in better spirits, my bestest friend! ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤

  24. Wendy says:

    Smart man, dinner and Chardonnay. Glad things turned around. He could have quoted “I did it my way”? Maybe would have lessened the sting of the day?

  25. Kate you ended it the right way with a glass of wine instead of more whining. Your husband sounds wonderful.

  26. I feel your pain at being left out of a meeting, Kate (although, from the perspective of an ex- whatever-it-was-I-did-to-make-money, being left out of a meeting feels like a bonus).
    That puts me in mind of a self-induced dreadful week I had a few years ago. I was a regular volunteer at a specialist zoo/conservation centre, spending every Saturday there.
    One fine Saturday, I had need to slope off just before lunch, and having left word at the office, I did just that. As I was approaching the exit, I saw the boss of the place approaching me, deep in conversation with a couple of important-looking visitors. Not wishing to interrupt his conversation, I raised a manly finger and nodded in acknowledgement (real men don’t wave. This is particularly important when driving – an acknowledgement that someone has let you through a shared gap, for example, is achieved by raising one index finger off the steering wheel, accompanied by an almost imperceptible nod of the head; no smile, mind you, just the finger and nod). He seemed to look straight through me.
    I got home and informed my wife that I must have done something bad, as the boss totally ignored me when I clearly acknowledged him. He always says something, even if in the middle of a conversation, but not this time. I was convinced that my days as a volunteer there were at an end, that I would no longer be welcomed through those gates. My wife admonished me not to be so silly. Sure enough, the following Saturday the fears that had been dragging me down all week were proved to be unfounded.
    Much later, I learned that the boss had a bad week, too. He was convinced that I had stormed out and blanked him, and that he would never see me again.
    Logic? Yeah, rught!

  27. Sue Vincent says:

    Logic is only acceptable in such circumstances if it comes with hugs and wine 🙂

  28. Humphf, men! Glad the evening was so much better than the day! I so would have joined in the pity party!

  29. Just remember Kate, nothing lasts, especially the good feelings gained at the end of the day. You’ve every right to feel miserable. It’s well deserved, and long may it last. Oops – have I said the wrong thing?

  30. Men…they are definitely from Mars. 😀

  31. sknicholls says:

    Glad to know you’re back in your car!!! I read your post to my husband expecting dinner and a glass of chardonnay. He said, “Not tonight dear.” He got frozen, microwaved chicken pot pies and a glass of water.

  32. Victo Dolore says:

    I think I could forgive logic for a nice cold glass of Chardonnay. ((Hugs)) to you!

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