Sunday, November 04, 2007

Mrs. Crabby Wabby

My self proclaimed name for the day, Crabby Wabby. I like it, thank you very much, it fits me today, it fits like a glove in fact. For weeks (and I mean weeks) I have been trying to "look on the bright side", find something good in each day and sport one of those PMA's. (positive mental attitude). Screw it. Today I'm bitchy. There, I admit it.

It all started, let's see, when I woke up. Normally I would have said, "cool an extra hour from fall back", twas not the case. I didn't want to be up and hell hath no fury when crooked eyebrow doesn't want to be up.

The day went on, the cramps got worse and I cursed up and down for being a woman with ill working parts. I would totally put up with the pain and suck it up if my ovaries and uterus would actually work. But they don't , so I'm overly bitter at the whole cycle thing.

Moving on... There was a party to attend today. I went despite all my best efforts of coming up with excuses not to. Best part? I got to remember what it's like to hold a baby again. Then someone, the main reason I didn't want to go to the shindig, screamed across the room while I held this sweet baby, "Why do YOU want another kid?"

Internet folks, let me tell you it took all my sweet, loving energy not to get all Jerry Springer on her ass. I was fuming. I could feel my right eyebrow raise while my left brow lowered. The blood was rushing to my cheeks and my lips snarled. I was like a bull with a red flag being waved in my face. Until this moment, I had been quite proud of myself for controlling "anger" and not letting things bother me, I guess this hit too close to home.

I simply looked up at her and replied that "I am only 28 years old and I have much more love to give and having another child would mean the world to me and my family. Unfortunately, that has not been an easy goal for me to accomplish like some other women." She shut up and quickly for the first time since I met her 5 years ago.

Needless to say, the day was crappy and I'm crabby wabby. The fix? A glass of Riesling and a pampering hot bath. Tomorrow is a bright new shiny day y'all.

8 comments:

Adventures In Babywearing said...

You go girl! And you're right- I hope tomorrow is shiny for me, too.

Steph

i should be folding laundry said...

People can be so ignorant. I'm sorry your day has been crappy, I hope tomorrow's post is titled Mrs. Happy Mappy or Mrs. Glad Blad or Mrs. ...okay, I give up.

Either way, big hugs.

P.S. I dreamt about pink tweezers. It's all your fault.

InTheFastLane said...

Grrr! Good for you for saying something. Sometimes being Mrs. C.W. can be worth it :)

My Wonderful Men... said...

Big Hugs to you girl. I hope things look better today for you!

Lost A Sock said...

Boy do I remember THAT scenario well, over and over again. Good for you for saying something. People really don't think before they speak, ya know? Big hugs to you.

More Than A Single Mom said...

Wow, want me to slap her? Cuz I will.

Teena said...

Reisling and a bath! Two of my favourite things!

KT said...

Some people have that gift of saying exactly what they shouldn't, when they shouldn't. I'm sorry that woman has that gift, how thoughtless of her. I'm very impressed, though, at your control and your response to her. I bet she thinks twice before mouthing off. Here's to your week getting better and better! Katie