Tuesday, June 06, 2006

Warning: Entering the Cranky Zone

So there's nothing like being called fat in public to get your week off to a great start. This time, my sister was the culprit. That's the thanks I get for all the time and effort---and cash---I put into her bridal shower. Not to mention putting up with my aunt for three days. I was left alone with her for one afternoon and it was seriously like living with Rain Man. She would bring a dress down to show me and then, while holding it mere feet from me in a well-lit room, say "So this is black and white and has flowers on it." Because apparently I had been struck blind.

Then my flights back were delayed because of weather. And despite my careful packing so that I'd only have a carry-on, I had to check one of my bags because the rest of the passengers are a bunch of selfish jerks. I know I get entirely too worked up about the carry-on issue, but really. I follow the rules; why can't everyone else? I bring one small wheely bag that fits perfectly into the little size checker and fits nicely in the overhead compartment with plenty of space left for the others in my row and I have an "overnight" bag that I put under my seat. And men are the worst offenders with this. They carry on these ginormous garment bags AND a "laptop case" that's usually bigger than my wheely. Grrrr. So instead of just walking out of the airport, I had to wait for my bag. So I didn't get home until nearly 2 a.m. on Monday morning. Only to find that the apartment parking lot was nearly full. Apparently everyone in the complex got an extra car over the weekend and invited their extended family to stay because that's the only way that lot should be that full. I had to park about eight buildings away from mine.

So I woke up yesterday exhausted and emotionally wrecked. And absolutely certain that I will have neither children nor a husband because three days in a house with other people was more than I could take. I just don't live well with others. I'm not good with patience. Or compromise. When I wake up, I want to be able to get into my bathroom. Right then. I don't want to wait. When I'm watching television, I want to watch it in peace and not be interrupted by a fashion show for the visually challenged or have someone sit next me to and talk on the phone.

Anyway, so I took the day off yesterday. But today, I had to face the inevitable: Returning to work. And all was going mostly well. I woke up a little late because I had trouble sleeping, but I showered and dressed quickly and was ready to go at my usual time. All that was left was taking Rowen outside for her potty. Well . . . it took an hour and three trips outside before Rowen would actually go potty. Which meant that I was leaving the apartment an hour later than usual. Which meant that I was leaving the apartment right at the peak of morning rush hour instead of just a little ahead of it. Which meant that I had to deal with all the idiot Texas drivers who think the laws of physics don't apply to them.

All of which is more than enough to make me very cranky. But I'm also attempting one last crash diet so I can fit into the bridesmaid dress, which somehow shrunk while sitting in my mother's closet. I can get the skirt on and zipped; I just can't breathe at the same time. And, well, I'd like to avoid having any more family members call me fat. Because the way things are going, they'll probably have the DJ announce it: "Please clear the floor so Lisa and her fat ass can have this dance."

So I'm hungry, tired, and supercranky. And the week is just getting started.


At 9:26 AM , Blogger LostInTX said...

Oh, sweetie, I'm sooooo sorry. I was hoping you'd have a better time up there but at least you aren't LIVING up there and having to deal with this every day!

Families are "special" and often we have special words we'd like to use when talking to them. I get off at 630 and am home by 7. It doesn't get dark until 830 or 840 so we can go for walks on that trail we did last time! I can also loan you my south beach books if you want.

Cheer up, my friend! At least you are back in the comfort of your own home now. :)

At 9:42 AM , Blogger bdogg_mcgee said...

Hon, I don't know what planet your mom and sister live on, but you are not fat. It seems like they enjoy going out of their way to hurt your feelings--I'm sorry that you had to put up with all that crap. I have no problem with kicking some ass on your behalf--all you gotta do is ask. :)

And as to living with others, trust me, it's way different living with someone that you CHOOSE to live with, as opposed to living with someone because of necessity. Just make sure there are 2 bathrooms.

At 10:04 AM , Blogger Liz said...

Ugh. All that would be enough to put anyone in the cranky zone.

I'd take you out for a margarita after work today if you lived here. Margaritas are good diet drinks, right? Well, they're good cranky drinks, anyway.

At 12:32 PM , Blogger Bearette24 said...

What they said :( At least you don't live there full time.

At 12:34 PM , Blogger Lora said...

I say you skip making that beautiful afghan and give your sister a lump of coal as a wedding present. How rude and insensitive.

On the living with people, it is far different when you choose to live with them and, being an introvert, it really helps if they're an introvert too. Any red blooded extrovert would be horrified at the amount of space and privacy my husband and I give each other, but it's what keeps up living together happily.

At 12:59 PM , Blogger Bearette24 said...

I actually grew up as an extrovert in a family of introverts. It wasn't half-bad. Gave me lots of reading time. And we had a dog.

At 7:09 PM , Blogger Elsa said...

Oh my gosh - I really feel bad for you. I'm surprised your JUST cranky after all that. I hope the rest of the week gets better for you. And be happy that you're back home.

At 6:15 AM , Blogger Frema said...

Echoing everyone else's thoughts that I'm so sorry you were treated that way by someone you've been such a big help to; she defintely doesn't deserve something as lovely as a homemade afghan.

Hang in there. Once the wedding's over, life will go back to a little flavor of normal--as in, you won't have to subject yourself to family visits until the next major holiday. And even then, you can always just skip it and spend time with friends. Sounds like you have many of them. :)


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