|Sandra Boynton's Cow|
Once Sam had basically accused me of being, albeit temporarily, a treacherous old hag, the boys' conversation turned to how, generally, I was quite normal as parents go and that we can all consider ourselves fortunate that treacherous hag behaviour only occurs once in a blue moon or less. The kids had been merrily ignoring my muttering and stomping, I suddenly realised.
I said nothing, and focused on driving the car. Where does a parent go with this?
A) "Gee thanks honey, I'm glad not to be a treacherous hag ALL the time"
B) "That's some mighty good imagery, I'm so proud of your literary skills. You clearly take after your mother"
C) TREACHEROUS OLD HAG????
D) So muttering and stomping is COMPLETELY ineffectual? What am I supposed to do, to traumatise these kids?
E) Other. Please Define.
The weather has been truly awful, drizzle/sleet/hail/drizzle. I've reduced my work hours and thus my income. I have indeed had PMS. Anyway, the mood is over, today is sunny-ish, I feel like I'm getting a little more on top of things, I am about to start sending freelance queries out again so send good money vibes!
The nice thing about being in a BAD MOOD is that it doesn't last, and the cat loves nothing better than a person who's sulking prone on the sofa. Plus, little things that have been slightly irritating come to a head, like CLUTTER. So you use the evil mood to GET RID OF CLUTTER and ta-daa, it's all organized! In fact, maybe I should go into Hag Mode more often. Just kidding! I prefer 'normal', I have to say.
Are you sick of Winter yet? Commiserate.