Tuesday, 19 April 2011

Cranky

My friend wrote to me after reading my last post.  She only reads my blog when she gets bored at work, so I know she truly does love me.

"I can see the crazy factor rising a little Helgs!"  End quote.  Yep... she calls me Helgs (a friend from almost ten years ago now) and yep, what she said kind of describes my life perfectly.  Dal will attest to that.  I am certain if he wasn't so nice he'd have disappeared some months ago now.

I am all sorts of crazy, but mostly I feel just cranky.  And so when I think that it is time I really should update my blog, all I can think of is cranky things to talk about.  For example I would really like to complain about birthdays or tell you of my eternal hatred for my hairdresser or vent about the seemingly lack of discipline that occurs in Primary every week (let me clarify - the Presidency is wonderful... it's the teachers that seem to be scared to tell their class to "shoosh!").  I really don't want to write all that stuff down because I don't want to seem stuck in the mire, although I am.  And I don't want to seem petty, although I am.  And worst of all, I don't want someone to be offended by my crankiness, although I'm sure my hormones have already offended more people in my life than I care to think about.

I skyped with my mum for over an hour yesterday... mostly complaining.  Then I made her cry.  I guess I just had too many stupid/petty problems for one person to handle.  Actually... she cried because she's got a husband who is just as much a nut job as me.  Thankfully he can't get pregnant... so we are all safe from that beast (hi Dad!).

I think, though, that if I did start writing all my thoughts, all that would end up happening is a full public meltdown a la Charlie Sheen style (maybe not so drastic, but it wouldn't be pretty).

So instead of documenting my mental decline, I thought I'd finally share with you the story of how Dal and I met.  I think I've given you bits and pieces here and there, but never the full story.  I think this is a good idea because so many of the famous bloggers have already done it and I am all about riding a fad until it's been flogged to death.  Also, my newest follower suggested something similar while commenting on one of my old posts.

I'm just hoping that it doesn't end up being the crankiest love story ever told.

4 comments:

PJ said...

can't wait to read it!

DeNae said...

My suggestion? Start a private blog. One only you see. And just dump all your gripes over there. Leave them up, take them down, whatever. But no one will be commenting, you'll just be venting.

It sounds to me like you're understimulated in the ways that make you happy (and I'm not talking dirty here) It's a common problem in those years of young mom hood.

I don't have a quick-fix solution, but it might not hurt to ask yourself, "If I weren't a wife and mother, what would I do right now to add some kick to my life?" And then see if you can tweak that to fit your circumstances.

It's great to be a wife and mom I(mum?) and I guess in the Primary presidency? (I hadn't caught on to that part) But that doesn't mean you're expected to shut off all the other versions of 'you' for those roles.

Laura@livingabigstory said...

Glad I could be of service :) I am excited to hear about how you met.

But actually this post made me CRACK UP! (I probably shouldn't laugh when people are venting, should I? My kids get SOO mad at me when I do that, but I can't help it -- Buddy especially makes me LAUGH when he's grumpy!)

I'm with you on the Primary thing -- Doc and I just got released from our previous callings (he loved his, mine not so much) to goal tend a Primary class that has been having problems with reverence. When I went into Primary last week for the first time, I thought, "DUH! of course this class isn't going to be reverent -- they don't *have* to be."

So I'm with you .... whinge away!

Cheeri said...

This is how I like my friends best- cranky and a little bit sassy! Bring it girl! I'll take your cranky,depressed self and add my depressed, anxious self and we'll have us quite a mix. Sending loves your way.

Cheeri

P.S. Your daughter is so stinkin' cute I want to pinch her every time I see her :)