I woke up in a mood. A funky. Cranky. Grrrrrr. Mood.
I promise you Toby and Bristel wish it was a Grams day. Trevy is still immune to any sort of crankiness. By that I mean...it's hard to get mad at him. What with the scar parting his hair and all.
It's this mood thing. I just can't seem to shake it. Cause even though I say "I woke up" with it. Truth is...I've been cranky for days now. Today just seems dialed up a notch.
Didn't help when I tried calling the hubs to talk about it. Not only wasn't he helpful. He didn't have time to not be helpful. Which just further pi$$ed me off.
I've spent the better part of the day mulling. Trying to figure out what the heck is wrong.
And honestly...the last thing I want to be doing is sitting here. Blogging. It doesn't feel comfy. It feels forced. Like I've lost my mo-jo. Have I? Lost my mo-jo?
Oh good grief.
Almost done licking the crumbs from the bottom of the Originals Chips bag.
Maybe that'll help.
I hate cranky days! The worst part about hating being cranky...is that instead of it flipping the Happy Switch...it just seems to make the cranky sink deeper in.
Oh...and by the way...I vaccinated Trevor today for the Swine Flu. It is the first vaccination he's recieved since his 6 months well visit. So this was a big deal. And I'm more than willing to blame "the mood" on it. At least in part. See I have been consumed with hemming and hawing for weeks now. And I DO NOT WANT to share this publicly. Just in case I made a mistake. A really really big mistake. I just have this silly integrity issue. And my integrity won't let me keep it on the DL. Because I would want to know. I have, in fact, pried into the vaccination life of others. And sought advice regarding this issue.
So there. I drove him to the clinic. Read the literature. Swallowed the lump in my throat. Signed the paper work. And let her jab him with the stupid stuff.
No skeletons in my closet!
Isn't it so bizarre how we can crazy talk ourselves.
One day I'd tell myself that there's no way he could survive 100s of thousands of seizures and radical brain surgery...just to die from a flu.
::laugh laugh laugh::
The next I'd be like, there's no way he could survive 100s of thousands of seizures and radical brain surgery...just to die from a flu shot.
::laugh laugh laugh...choke!::
Guess we'll know in 3 to 4 days.