Like every woman I occasionally wake up feeling I look like the dog's breakfast, and nothing I do seems to make it better. Those are the days I'm usually moody and teary all day. The poor boys in my life seem to get the brunt of it too - I take it out on them worst of all.
And, though they are rare, I sometimes have a day when everything just seems to work, and I leave the house with a smile on my face and an attitude to my walk. I love having those kinds of days. Sadly, they seem to be becoming near extinct.
The worst part is that the uglier I feel on the outside - the uglier I become on the inside. I find myself lashing out more about silly things, getting very easily offended to something I would normally laugh about and have a comeback for, and just generally feeling like the world is out to get me. I've been spending more and more time with my office door closed at work, simply because I don't feel right subjecting everyone to my moods any more than is necessary.
I absolutely loathe feeling like this, but I don't seem to be able to stop myself.
It's too bad that I don't feel like I have the pregnancy "glow" people talk about. I could seriously use a bit of glow right now.
*I promise that this will be my last poopy post for a while - Happy Ali must return!