Klandagi
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Out of the blue I'm overly emotional. Like BAD flare ups where I'm absolutely out of control.
Take for instance;
DH informs me he can't make the trip to go to my breed club's National show (I show dogs as well as horses, in this case it's a dog show) my first response is "that's fine. I don't need you there anyway. I'll get [insert best friend's name] to go and we'll enjoy Oklahoma City without you."
Not very nice. What I should have said was "Oh that's disappointing but I guess [insert friend's name] and I will go together instead. Would have loved to have shared this with you."
and then of course my mother today suddenly decides to micromanage the way I cook. She happened to not like a certain way I used garlic and green onions in my mashed potatoes. Why she chooses now to inform me after I've used this method since I was 15 is beyond a mystery and she got down right abusive calling names etc. So I lost it. I didn't say anything to her I just got a good ladle full and chucked them straight at her. That's right. I threw mashed potatoes at my mother and proceeded to set the ladle down nice and calm and left for my bedroom.
I mean what the heck... Am I reverting back to being a 5 year old or something? Who the hell does these things?!
Maybe I'm just irritated because it looks like my CM is starting to dry up (it's still white and between pastey and lotiony) and I've just got my fingers crossed so tight that this is a successful endeavor this month that I'm literally going against the advice I've given so many and have officially lost the plot. Hell last time I checked my cervix was still way high up there and it's tender to the touch. What the hell does THAT mean?!
April 10 can't come soon enough.
Ok... Now I feel better. Honestly I do now that I've ranted. I guess I'm looking out there for anyone else who's in the same boat emotionally. I'm NEVER like this. Yeah I'm a red head and Irish and thus have a temper, but this is ridiculous I KNOW I have tact! Wow. Just breathe, right?
Take for instance;
DH informs me he can't make the trip to go to my breed club's National show (I show dogs as well as horses, in this case it's a dog show) my first response is "that's fine. I don't need you there anyway. I'll get [insert best friend's name] to go and we'll enjoy Oklahoma City without you."
Not very nice. What I should have said was "Oh that's disappointing but I guess [insert friend's name] and I will go together instead. Would have loved to have shared this with you."
and then of course my mother today suddenly decides to micromanage the way I cook. She happened to not like a certain way I used garlic and green onions in my mashed potatoes. Why she chooses now to inform me after I've used this method since I was 15 is beyond a mystery and she got down right abusive calling names etc. So I lost it. I didn't say anything to her I just got a good ladle full and chucked them straight at her. That's right. I threw mashed potatoes at my mother and proceeded to set the ladle down nice and calm and left for my bedroom.
I mean what the heck... Am I reverting back to being a 5 year old or something? Who the hell does these things?!
Maybe I'm just irritated because it looks like my CM is starting to dry up (it's still white and between pastey and lotiony) and I've just got my fingers crossed so tight that this is a successful endeavor this month that I'm literally going against the advice I've given so many and have officially lost the plot. Hell last time I checked my cervix was still way high up there and it's tender to the touch. What the hell does THAT mean?!
April 10 can't come soon enough.
Ok... Now I feel better. Honestly I do now that I've ranted. I guess I'm looking out there for anyone else who's in the same boat emotionally. I'm NEVER like this. Yeah I'm a red head and Irish and thus have a temper, but this is ridiculous I KNOW I have tact! Wow. Just breathe, right?