Friday, September 18, 2009

Friday Crank-ments

I must be getting ready to start my period. Because I am cranky and irritable and down in the dumps. And I don't usually feel this way... except for some of those times of the month, you know... so my Friday Fragments have a theme today... crankitude gone wild!
I almost called in fat to work today. It's Friday so we are allowed to wear jeans. I hate jeans, to be honest. In my entire adult(ish) life, I've only ever found one pair/style of jeans that fit and that was back in high school or college- Old Navy Weekender jeans. And I don't think they even make them anymore and it wouldn't matter if they did because my body has changed so drastically that they wouldn't fit right anyway and I've gained weight over the summer so nothing fits and I just look like a sausage no matter what I put on. *breath* So I'm wearing jeans that don't really fit right. And I couldn't find a shirt to wear to save. my. life. Finally, in a fit of complete frustration... because it was almost time to leave and I am pretty certain that my co-workers prefer to avoid the trauma of seeing me in jeans and a bra... I grabbed one of my fat shirts. It's big, blousy, button up... it's a super plus sized shirt I bought at the end of my first pregnancy because none of my maternity tops were fitting without exposing my baby belly. So, yes, it's big on me. But today- it suits my mood.
Jeff and I have been cranky with each other all week. And I don't know why. I will be coming home, having fun, eager to see him, hug him, laugh with him... and then I'm just irritated, he's cranky and heaving and sighing and mumbling and snippy-snapping and then my good mood is gone and I'm trying to intervene between what I perceive as his bad mood and the kids who are just being kids and I know I shouldn't do that but they don't deserve to have our crankies taken out on them through demands and don'ts and such.
All I want to do is go home, put on jammies, get in bed, and lay there.
Work is stressful this week. Being part of this larger company now has a different level of stress and demands and so on. I'm tired and stressed and feeling less productive most days.
I would like to go and stuff my face with chips and salsa and donuts and soda and ice cream right now. Not all at the same time. I guess.
So if this is all related to my freakin' period getting ready to start... it's going to be a bear. Bad PMS always indicates a really awful cycle for me. So something else to be cheerful and upbeat about!
I am so cranky and ornery feeling that I'm going to really go there... I'm going to post this without proff-reading or spell-checking. Take that! Hi-yah!
Someone send me home now. Please.
OK, fine. Here is something that I cannot be cranky about:


Heather said...

i get the PMS crankies totally. i hope it goes quick for you!

and T is so precious, love those baby blues!

Yvette said...

I hope your weekend is better than your week! Hopefully the monthly will not be as bad as the PMS. Sometimes, I just want to crawl under a rock and die!
T. is precious! :) Great Friday Crankments!

Kristin - The Goat said...

My new thing with my period is an entire week of tender tender TENDER breasts. Goodness. I am not normally cranky, but having my boobs hurt has been turning me into cranky woman. I'm with ya.

You ended your crankiness with a loveley blue eyed girl :)

Kristin - The Goat

Smoochiefrog said...

I so know how you feel! Hopefully you'll be alright soon.

MrsSki said...

I've been cranky all week too...must be in the air!

I almost fell out of my seat when I read "I almost called in fat" that is hilarious. I, too, have been struggling with wriggiling my big butt into anything that I previously wore with no trouble. I have got to lose weight but I have zero motivation to exercise and zero motivation to diet so I'm screwed.

I wish I would have just stayed in bed today. It's raining and that's the perfect weather for a really really long nap!

Ron said...

at such time my wife likes to refer me to this SNL (which I'm sure everyone has seen already).

Claudya Martinez said...

I feel like calling in fat sometimes, too!

Those are some beautiful eyes I see looking out of the screen at me.

Wonderful World of Weiners said...

I thank god everyday that I had a hysterectomy in my late 20's and havent had a period OR PMS in over 10 years.

Eat the donuts. Donuts make most things better!

Hallie :)

Betsy Liderbach said...

Oh Liz, you are preaching to the choir. As Mrs. Ski said, it must be in the air. I was walking around on Wednesday as if my head and heart were in a dark cloud. It was not fun! I have no idea why, but I was unusually grumpy.
Remember (as my mom always says)"This too shall pass."
Have a great, peaceful weekend!

Garret said...

"so nothing fits and I just look like a sausage no matter what I put on. " I'm sorry. I had to laugh. What an awesome line. Feel better!

mub said...

I'll keep my fingers crossed that you're having a better week next week.

♥ Braja said...

Called in fat???? Comic freakin' genius. I'm gonna start using that with everything. Called in bored, called in busy-with-real-stuff, called in cat sittin'.....etc....

Lori D said...

Sometimes I feel the need to "call in stupid." You know, you kick the corner of the coffee table, drop your toothbrush in the toilet (DON'T ask), run into the wall, then discover you're out of clean socks. Arrgh.

I love it when my friends expose their weakness in front of me. It makes me feel relatively normal and sane again. You ain't alone sister, except in that PMS thing. Sorry!

And that face would definitely bring me out of the crank-phase for sure!

Mrs4444 said...

Oh, that pic is absolutely wonderful. What a sweetheart. Hope you're feeling better. Sorry about the jeans thing; most of us take wearing comfortable jeans for granted, I guess. Maybe some company will read your post and offer up some terrific jeans! I strongly suggest you tweet about that; you could attract someone to help!