Yesterday I took some dramatic action in order to take control of at least one part of my life. I decided to sign up at the gym to join a weight-loss program. It was expensive and will cut into my "Irene Clothing Fund". The way I see it, if I keep letting myself go I will have to spend every cent of my clothing fund just to buy clothes large enough to keep my fat a$$ covered up.
I felt great signing up for the program and even as I type this I'm excited to start, but you wouldn't have guessed that when I got home from the gym yesterday. David and I made dinner and then I went on a bitching rant like no other. There were dirty dishes everywhere and the kitchen island that I had done an excellent job of cleaning a few days ago was covered in crap. It was crap that David piled on the island while he was "cleaning" the other rooms in the house.
I love my family very VERY much and I've lived with my husband for 13 years. My husband has ALWAYS been one of those guys who piles things on any clean surface that he sees and calls this "cleaning". I call it piling crap on a clean surface - the exact opposite of cleaning. So, I pretty much threw a tantrum; things were flying off that kitchen island into the garbage can and I was yelling at the hubster. I think I said, "I cannot believe that I've put up with this crap for 17 years!"
I fully believe that this crazy behavior is due partly to the fact that it's that time, but mostly because I really haven't taken care of myself and I'm feeling crappy. As a result, I've got the equivalent of a carrot up my butt and I'm taking it out on everyone else. I find it reassuring that somebody, somewhere has found peace of mind and I'm sure that sometime, someday it will be my turn.
Good luck with the new program!! Mama is proud of you!
Posted by: Mama Eye | March 31, 2008 at 01:43 PM
I am SO glad that I'm not the only one that does that. Cleaning is catharsis, and when everything else is out of control, cleaning is the one thing that is in control. And my husband will do anything I ask him to, but when I am in one of those moods, I rant about the need to "HAVE TO ASK" - as well as the absolute mountain of clothes on our dresser. Nevermind that it's only because I've JUST been cleaning that I don't have my own pile in our bathroom...
It was that week for me last week, and while I didn't go on a cleaning binge/rant this time, I did manage to have, on average, 1.4 desserts at EACH (including breakfast) meal.
Good times.
Posted by: L913 | March 31, 2008 at 07:29 PM