February 1, 2010

Eliza is a full time housewife, she ‘s a mother of two kids.

Suddenly; Eliza finds herself doing the same things in the same ways everyday from the time she wakes up untill the time she goes to bed. And she can’t cope anymore, she can’t stand herself doing a series of small repetitive actions.

Finally she collapsed and decided to leave the city.

With a very angry face Eliza left the city on her way to New Jersey then took this huge step back after she had picked up the call from her husband who was trying to rescue their kid and kick a lollipop out from his throat then the writer actually took us to a very nice conversation in trying to show her husband’s understanding although he was very busy and always not at home but I liked his lines so much, they were short, specific, a bit funny and absolutely they were having an Aim.

The Funny thing is; while I was watching the conversation I imagined the Scenario not by Uma therman and Anthony Edwards but by an Egyptian couple 🙂 It would definitely lead to different Results.

Let’s see the conversation :

Eliza: What could possibly possess you to give a toddler a known choking hazard?

Avery: Don’t lecture me, Eliza.

I could just as easily lecture you.

Eliza: Really? For what?

For doing all the idiotic errands?

For listening to mothers in the park who need to be medicated? While you get to go to work with real adults and have normal adult conversation.

Avery: Oh, yeah, like having Morris ream me out

because I had to leave work to take care of Lucas?

You mean those kind of normal, adult conversations?

Eliza: You got an envelope at home today,by the way.

Some messenger guy delivered it.

Avery: Oh, yeah, right.

Eliza: He…

He helped me carry my bags upstairs,and so I let him come in for a while.

Avery: You what?

Eliza: I let him come in,and he blew up balloons.

Avery: You let a messenger come into our apartment and decorate for our daughter’s birthday?

Eliza: His name was Mikesh,and he was just being nice.

He looked at me like I was a person who might still have something worthwhile to say.

Avery: I always tell you that you have something worthwhile to say.


You need a stranger to tell you that?

Was he good-looking or…?

Eliza: He looked at me like I might still be somebody worth looking at.

Avery: How could you not know that you’re worth looking at?

Were you attracted to him?

Were you?

Eliza: It’s just that you never look at me that way anymore, Avery.

Avery: Do you look at me that way?

Eliza: No, not really. Not enough.

But I still love you, Avery.

I really love you, but…

Avery: But what?

Eliza: It’s just that

every day from the second I wake up till the second I pass out cold,

my day, like the day of almost every other mother I know, is made up of a series of concrete, specific actions. And they’re actions that kind of wear away at passion, if you know what I mean.

The actions are petty and small like…

Like refilling coffee cups or folding underwear.

But they accumulate in this really debilitating way that diminishes my ability to focus on almost anything else.

Bigger things like, you know,

ideas or… politics or dreams of a better life.

Avery: Well, what would be a better life?

It wasn’t always my ambition to supervise a team of fatuous liberal arts graduates and edit their copy about traveling to places that we can’t afford to visit.

When we had Clara, I got a job with healthcare and a little bit of flexibility. It was a decision that we made.

We made the decision together. So I got a job that I can tolerate.

No more, no less.

You’re not the only one who’s made sacrifices, Eliza.

Eliza: Well, that still doesn’t explain why you can’t pick up your socks.

Avery: What do my socks have to do with it?

Eliza: Your socks have everything to do with it!

Avery: Eliza, all I wanted you to do in that piece was to stop hiding behind irony because it comes so easily to you.

I want to know what you really think.

I want to know what you really feel.

What makes you want to live a life with passion,
no matter how many socks you have to pick up.

What about that?



He was (quiet). She was honest. He helped her to understand what’s going on and to express her feelings by a positive way. He didn’t yell. He didn’t change the main subject.
He didn’t lose control.
He understood her and made her smile at last.
What A Man!