Thursday, July 26, 2007

mrs. krabappel

Maybe I should start graphing my mood swings and irrational behaviors. Surely a pattern would emerge, and that would help my poor, unsuspecting, trying-too-hard-to-be-nice-to-the-shrewish-me husband. See that, right there? Even in identifying him as a sweet guy, I am irritated at his kindness. There is something clearly wrong with that. He comes to rub my neck and I complain about a canker sore on my lip. He opens the trunk on the car for me and I grumble that he's doing it wrong. He chuckles about a post that I read to him because I thought it was funny, and suddenly I'm mad that he's trying to steal my friends. And I can't find the blog that made me laugh so I can provide a link for you, and am now extra grouchy.

I like to think the good news is that crazy people don't really consider themselves crazy, right? And I can definitely see the crazy here, I just can't beat it to death. Medication seems extreme, and I am not at all judging anyone choosing that route; I am just myself a big fat baby. I don't like to take anything even for headaches and not because I'm a martyr (shut up). It goes back to that control thing I have going on. A dermatologist prescribed some drugs for me last year that gave the pharmacist pause when I picked them up. Apparently they were a strong dosage for high blood pressure, and here I am with a tendency toward low blood pressure already. The pharmacist asserted that I should only take them at bedtime. I am a rule follower but even so, the barely making it out of the bathroom before collapsing onto our bed was a little alarming. I'll keep the acne, thanks.

I worry that my children are going to be affected by this loony side of me, which gives me guilt, which I hate because frankly it's a time-waster. So I'm back to angry. I'm trying to stay away from people I love, so don't be offended if you are one of them. It's for your own good. Pretend I have tuberculosis. (But it will be cured before I travel out of the country, I promise).


Suzanne said...

I like you even when you are grumpy... because you are very funny, whether you intend to be or not. But for your family's sake, I hope you get cheery soon. Perhaps a trip to the frozen food section?

Lisa Wheeler Milton said...

TB? There will be no TB; it starts international uproar, and that can't help in the mood department.

I wish I had something delightful to say that would make you feel all better.

Hope today is peaceful and calm and not irritating.

MadMad said...

Oh, you don't sound half as crazy as me... I think we're all a little crazy, and some of us are just better at hiding it than others. Or they drink more. (Or perhaps less. I'm still working that one out.) In any case, I do think crazy is in the air now. It's just too hot or something.

Anonymous said...

Sorry you had a hard day :(


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