|Not me, but might as well be.|
Yes, I have a pair of cranky pants that like to come of the closet from time to time. If you know me, you know every once in awhile me and the cranky pants go head to head. I don’t want to wear them, but sometimes I give in and slide them, making life a turbulent whirlpool for the people around me.
Well, at least at home. I snap a little louder at home than I do work or church. At those places, I tend to be a little more subdued. I don’t laugh as much. I complain a little more. Just plain cranky.
What’s weird is that I couldn’t put my finger on why I am so cranky until a sweet friend pointed it out to me. Uh, duh…I am having a bathroom gutted, sleeping on a mattress in the living room, and keeping my undergarments in a brown paper sack.
I suppose that is the root of it all. I’m out of my routine. I’m not organized. There are strangers in my home every day. It’s weird that I didn’t think of that myself.
Oh…I did have some icing on my cranky pants cake, so to speak, when I went to Weight Watchers last night to weigh in. Last week I had gained nothing, but I had lost nothing…and I ate terrible! This week I have been diligent and ate well, staying under my points, and just knew I would have a good week at the scales.
Nope. Nada. I lost NOTHING! My cranky pants got tighter just thinking about the fruitlessness of being good.
So, there you have it.
But today is a new day. And I get to wear JEANS to work! That already puts a smile on my face.
So what are you looking forward to today?