When we were little and in a bad mood, my mom would call us a "crabby appleton." She actually had a little song she would sing --
"Crabby appleton, go to bed,
Close your eyes, lay down your head..."
The song would either make us laugh or make us crabbier. I think I need my mom to sing to me because today I am crabby.
I think it started when I realized that I fell asleep during the Colts game. I tried to watch the highlights, but that wasn't enough to fill the football craving I had. Then Mike wasn't moving as fast as I wanted him to this morning, which made me mad. I told him so, which made him mad. And it's just gone on from there.
Charlie couldn't find his basketball shorts, which caused the whole house and everyone in it to be turned upside down. Mike snapped at me. I skipped Charlie's basketball game to get the house in some semblance of order (my decision), then I was P.O.'d when Mike called to say what a great game Charlie was having.
I sat down to watch the Colts game on DVR as I folded laundry, only to find that we hadn't recorded it. What I planned to make for dinner turned out to take way longer than I'd anticipated so it will have to wait until tomorrow (unless we want to eat at 10pm tonight).
My garbage disposal is broken. My laundry is out of control. My normal response to stress and a bad day would be to eat something awful for me (but delicious), but I can't do that because a.) this Better U challenge and b.) I don't have anything awful in the house (see a.). I could really use a margarita or a Mike's hard lemonade or a Blue Moon ale, but we don't have any of that in the house either.
I've tried to tell myself that the people in Haiti would be happy to have these problems, but that only irritates me more.
It's just one of those days. Ever have one?
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I am with you all the way! I hope that you can go to bed early and start over tomorrow.
Oh man, it's going around! Another friend is having a similar week, and you know I've felt that a lot lately.
I blame winter.
I wish i had a drink for you, but I AM so proud of you for not turning to emotional eating, though. That is a huge victory! Be proud. :)
I hope tomorrow is better for you. Little things make me irritable all the time. I hate it, but it does.
Here is to a better day tomorrow!
Go to bed. Start over tomorrow.
Our day started insanely cranky- see my post from today! It's gotten better, thankfully. but only the past couple of hours have been actually pleasant. And I still have laundry and dishes and week planning/organizing to get done!
Sorry you had a cranky day... and I'm sorry your having a hard time finding a stress reliever. I totally feel your pain and wanting to have something to eat or drink to soothe.
Sounds like a horrible, no good, very bad day. Thinking about moving to Australia?
Hang in there. :-/
I hate those days! I hope tomorrow is better!
Today is the Sabbath. The day to sit and be still and know that He is God. Sit still, Amy. Sit still.
@Sharon - Wish I'd seen the post on your blog earlier. I totally would have stolen that picture!
@Joanie - Good advice. That's mostly what I did.
@Marine - LOL! I thought of that as I was writing this post.
@Momza - Wise, as always.
The day actually got a little better. My brother, SIL, niece and nephew from Georgia arrived. There's just no way to be in a bad mood around those two kids. Adorable and so sweet and lovey! Also, the Jets won. AND, I went to bed at 10pm. Unheard of for me.
Thanks everyone for letting me rant a bit.
Glad your day ended better than it started. Enjoy today with friends and family.
Glad your day got better and hope today is better still, even though it's Monday. In January. And gloomy outside.
Am I helping? Ugh... :>)
I frequently have those days. Probably partly because my pregnant hormones are out of control and I keep forgetting things (like paying the electric bill...) so some of it is my fault.
Hope today is better for you.
Your mother must have been a fan of Captain Kangaroo, as the Tom Terrific cartoon had a villian called Crabby Appleton.
You know, I've been thinking about this post today and your mom and her little song, and I've decided that it's better to be called a Crabby Appleton than an Abby Crappleton.
Do you agree? :>)
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