For all the smack I talk, mostly via inner monologue because I really don't like conflict or hurting people I like, I'm generally a happy person. When I am stressed out, bummed out, or just plain pissed off, I really do try to keep it to myself. You catch more flies with honey, right? Well, sometimes you just have to let it out. So that's what made me think of Bitch and Moan Monday. Seems like I am at my worst Monday mornings, and heaven knows I can't vent to my husband...he's one of those typical males that wants to fix everything instead of just listening. I tell him about the cell phone guy that was rude to me, he doesn't just listen and agree that it was the rudest thing ever and how dare someone talk to me like that! Instead, he gets the guy fired. Which is really hot and all, but putting someone in the unemployment line doesn't really make me feel better in the long run. So, let's vent here! Leave a me a comment with all of your bitching and moaning. Anything and everything, get it out. We can all vent, read each other's vents, hopefully have a laugh, let it go and move on! I for one can't wait to start this week out right!
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The Christmas Hangover.
I feel like I got into a wrestling match with a bottom shelf vodka bottle and lost, badly. However, I somehow managed not to drink last night (did enough of that the night after Christmas....we met up with some friends around 6 pm and were able to hang until last call...Mr. Floren and I may be old, but we've still got it!) so I know I'm just suffering from a major Christmas Hangover. I need to detox myself from eating nothing but nutritionally devoid crap for the last week, chill out from running around like a crazy woman getting everything done (because I am Santa, you know) and maybe try sleeping, since I don't think I've gotten eight hours in a night since, oh, October.
Even worse off than me right now is the kiddos, however. The curly haired one has got this cough, that has morphed from a cold that was running its course into bronchitis, I'm afraid, due to all the excitement and lack of basic nutrition the last four days. The little one is about to be renamed "The Shitty One"....all she has done is yell at me all weekend. She's in a terrible mood, overstimulated, oversugared, underslept, and definitely needs to get back on her routine stat.
My prescription? Two or three days of blissful, mundane normalcy. Everyone needs to get back on their routine. I'm banning all sugary items for a detox period that remains to be determined. I'm going to finish this cup of coffee and this blog post, then go organize, organize, organize. It's amazing to me how out of control my emotions and moods become when my house is out of order at all. And right now....well, Hoarders ain't got shit on this mess. I kid, I kid. But wow. It looks like Geoffrey the Giraffe puked in here.
So, while I clean and whip these kids back into shape, leave me a comment and share your Monday Bitches and Moans! I bet there are some good ones today, after all the holiday madness....I can't wait to read them!
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