STINK, STANK, STUNK
You're a mean one, Mr. Grinch.
You really are a heel.
You're as cuddly as a cactus,
You're as charming as an eel.
Mr. Grinch.
You're a bad banana
With a greasy black peel.
You're a monster, Mr. Grinch.
Your heart's an empty hole.
Your brain is full of spiders,
You've got garlic in your soul.
Mr. Grinch.
Recall that tune?? That's how I felt ALLLLLLLL DAAAAYYYY LOOOOOONNNNGGGGG. Especially the part about the spiders and the empty hole (isn't "empty hole" redundant? I mean, if the hole was full, it wouldn't be a hole anymore.)
Sometime in the night, my heart shrank 18 sizes too small. And my shoes did feel pinchy this morning, too. My poor little Cindy Lou Whos...The look on their tiny faces this morning was like I had torched the one and only Christmas tree on Earth. Of course, it was my own fault that I dragged my pinchy-shoed feet to Wal-Mart with two semi-willfully-rebellious-and-cranky children.
My usual remedy for this kind of day is to plop Eva in bed and Joshua in front of the TV so I can get some peace and quiet whilst I consume vast amounts of processed sugar in chocolate form. Yeah, that worked...NOT. Eva kept jumping out of bed (her newest and most favorite trick) and Joshua kept coming in my bedroom to ask me things (he gets lonely when I am not in the same room. I suppose I should be flattered.) and all I had were Starburst, and that doesn't have the same effect as a nice, big, squashy piece of chocolate.
By the time Jeremy came home I was radiating a three foot aura of icy needles. "Everyone has their bad days, Dara," Jeremy says placidly, giving me the "it's going to be okay!" look. That's a nice thought I suppose, but it doesn't help the fact that all I want to do is eat the container of frosting I got for Jeremy's birthday cake. I think I should.
You're a foul one, Mr. Grinch.
You're a nasty, wasty skunk.
Your heart is full of unwashed socks
Your soul is full of gunk.
Mr. Grinch.
The three words that best describe you,
are, and I quote: "Stink. Stank. Stunk."
Comments
So, I got The Knight to drive me over to the Lake at sunset to calm my soul. It actually WAS therapeutic! It was better than a "Calgon Moment--Take Me Away."
And, yes, I still have to deal with The Mess today. But, I can give it another try--perhaps with a clearer perspective.
We all have grinchy days, Dara. Luckily, my day yesterday was actually half-way okay, and it ended on a fairly good note. Unfortunately, Henry switched his feeding hour from 5:30 to 4:30am and I'm a little less than rested today... it's going to take quite a bit of willpower to not be a grinch today.
I was tired and had an exam in Spanish. I have performance anxiety when it comes to tests and oral presentations... :) I was not happy when I got home last night and I am afraid I took it out on my children.