Suburban Goddess

Okay, I’m ready to write about why I’m moody now. I tried earlier, but it was just pouring out in a rambling sea of griping.

My daughter bonked her head on the door this weekend, (3rd time this month) and has yet another huge purple egg on her forehead. I think her balance might have been affected by her tube surgery, or maybe it’s just the “learning to walk” thing. Either way, it makes me profoundly sad to see that little “I’m hurt” pout. And when you take your wounded child out in public, people start giving you what I like to call “the CPS stare.” Terrible how people automatically assume the worst.

And then there’s the perpetually sullen stepchild. We went out of our way to make his evening enjoyable last night; eat at Sonic (with a Sonic Blast), go to the drive-in, watched a kid’s movie well past bedtime…. yet he still complained. The only way to a tween’s heart is through gluttonny, I’m afraid, and it’s just not something I’m prepared to allow. How do you ever learn to appreciate anything if you get every single thing you ask for? So now I understand why my father would get so annoyed with me when I complained as a kid. Maybe it’s a kid thing.

So I go to work to escape some of this sadness, and my little minions complain incessantly. They have no idea how good they have it, yet all they do is bitch about how miserable their jobs are. Honestly, I am at the point where I want to point at the door and say “GET OUT.” Work used to be a happy place. One of the minions says, “That’s what happens when you cross over to The Dark Side.” Perhaps.

My husband surrounds himself with positive, fun people (which makes me wonder, how did he end up with me?) I just can’t seem to find any. I’m sure my own negative aura doesn’t help draw any in. But I’ve truly made an effort lately to less negative.

Maybe I need to work on patience next…

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