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Let me be honest with you.
We're friends, right?
I'm super cranky this week.
I'm not just saying cranky, I am standing on my rooftop screaming CRANKY!
Everything and anything is annoying me and that annoys me more.
Being cranky makes me, well, more cranky if that makes any sense.
However, recognizing the nasty is the first step to being sweet again, and I have spent the past two days trying to soothe my inner beast. My stubbornness oft prevails, and I will be damned if I let this foul mood get the best of me.
The first step to happiness for me is to cut out the cranky triggers. People are generally my kryptonite, so I will instinctively go into hiding from the people I know who are most likely to foul up my mood. I become almost hermit like.
Yesterday my solitude wasn't working as effectively as I hoped, so I found myself googling "mood improving foods" and put myself on a 3 meal, no snack diet that consisted of 1. Strawberry/banana smoothie for breakfast. 2. A small bowl of homemade minestrone packed to the gills with beans, spinach and other veggies. 3. A bowl of tuna with lettuce and tomatoes for dinner. Oh, and enough water to float a small ship from here to NY Harbor.
I may or may not have eaten two bite size pieces of chocolate in there somewhere and they may or may not have been stolen from my daughter's Advent Calendar.
Don't worry, I'm not so far gone as to steal candy from a child....they have been replaced.
My mood definitely improved, and while I give the credit to the chocolate mostly, I blame some of this foulness I am experiencing on overindulging recently with both food and drink, but when making merry these things tend to happen. PMS happens too.
Does making merry with a whole bottle of wine by yourself count?
All was feeling well with the world and just when I was ready to grasp hands and sing Kumbaya with the closest human being, I noticed that my daughter had taken my iPhone and watched YouTube until it died. Knowing that I am more addicted to that thing than a drug user at a methadone clinic, you can imagine my dismay.
Imagine also that my husband had been texting me to let me know he was going out to have a beer with his boss and that my daughter was happily texting him back yet failed to tell me about their "conversation". Thus it was back into the depths of moodiness.
I woke this morning determined once again to beat myself at this game and after a good walk with the dogs and another hour of exercising, I felt equipped to handle anything that came my way.
Then my son arrived home and casually mentions some annoying things about my ex husband. Then it starts raining and I have to drive to school and sit in the pick up line which is like being trapped in an idiot sandwich. And to top it all off my daughter had the biggest Jonah day EVER at school and I had to forgo my own pity party so as to put a stop to hers.
Now I just want to satiate myself with carbs, wine and maybe a few more pieces of chocolate.
Do you ever feel like you are being attacked from all angles? That no matter how hard you try and how much you overcome stuff still happens?