Tuesday, April 17, 2012

O is for Ornery

(Photo from photobucket.com-sonofj)


Feeling kind of ornery today.

Maybe it's the rain. I don't mind having some rain. And, I love that my crappy back lawn is looking green. But, when you're sending kids off to the bus in the morning, it's hard to make them walk in the drizzle. So, I drive them.  In my pj's, socks, no make-up and bedhead.  I pray that I don't see any adults on my way.
 I also don't like the grayness. I need some sunshine.

Perhaps it's the fact that Noah is standing by me, his chin on my knee, saying, "Mom. Mom. Mom. Mom."
"What?!?!"
"Can I go to Lindsey's?"
"No."
"Mom. Mom. Mom. Mom."  We have this conversation over and over.  I think I need to make Lindsey's mom some banana bread to apologize for the fact that my son shows up at her house a dozen times a day.

The fact that my house smelled rancid this morning is part of the problem. I got up and immediately wrinkled my nose. Honestly, what died? I searched the house. Looked under the kitchen sink for a leak, or a corpse.  Nothing. I lit a candle. I cleaned the bathroom.  I walked around sniffing. I looked like a bloodhound  searching for racoons. I finally found the source- a pile of wet towels and rags by the washer. Holy Stench, Batman!  One of the disadvantages to having kids that do laundry?  They tend to ignore anything that doesn't belong to them.


Or, maybe it's those danged hormones. That always-amusing emotional roller coaster I get to ride every month. Cranky, weepy, fuzzy and fatigued.  Up and down I go.  I like taking my family along with me. I'm generous like that.
(Morguefile.com)


PS- One thing that is NOT making me ornery today is being able to guest post on Periphery. It's one of my very favorite blogs.  Tanlgedlou is incredibly talented and I'm honored that she let me write a post while she's on vacation. Hop on over and check out my post, then go back next week when she's back. You won't be disappointed.

10 comments:

  1. I thought my children were the only ones to do "their" laundry and ignore all the rest!

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    1. I guess it's something they'll learn when there's no one else around to do it for them.

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  2. I hate the mystery bad smell hunt!

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    1. Why is there never a mystery good smell?

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  3. just want to tell you I'm here...I read all the time but don't always comment....I love reading and miss you a ton!

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    1. Thanks, my friend. You need to come and visit soon!

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  4. I'm with you on the Hormonal Ride of Horror. :)

    I debated about whether to tell you this, since it's slightly off-color, but I decided you could use the giggle. (If you find it not giggle-worthy, but offensive, please feel free to delete it. I'll understand totally.) My grandfather used the words "ornery" and "horny" interchangeably. He used to preface a dirty joke with, "I'm feelin' ornery today." The Solid Gold dancers always made him particularly "ornery." The word is forever tainted for me. Needless to say, when I saw the title of your post, I laughed out loud.

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    1. That just makes me laugh! I guess I could write about being horny, but my mom reads this, so I better not.

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  5. Rain just makes those ornery days a little ornier. (And, unlike Masked Mom, I mean the actual definition of ornery.) Hope lots of sunshine is coming your way!

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    1. Luckily, we're getting sunshine this weekend.

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