One Brassiere to Rule Them All

For the record, I never threw up last week.

But I am starting to wonder if that would have been the better plan. The other inhabitants did their business and recovered, lickety-split. I took the tidier route - no mess, extended belly ache.

Whine, whine, whine, and not a drop to drink, because it isn't friendly to the gut.

But it explains a lot. I am a better mother and saner woman in the absense of pain.

I helped in the classrooms, got the groceries, did what I said I would. But I was grimacing and grouchy with the kids. Snappy. Impatient. Using crappy parenting skills because I just couldn't or wouldn't summon up the energy to do the good mother thing.

Oh, and did I mention Greg was out of town?

By Tuesday, I was hustling out of my scuzzy homebound clothes into Proper Parent Volunteer Attire when I had a meltdown. At 36. Because I couldn't find the neutral, buff colored bra that I wear under light shirts. The bra I can wear with anything. The one bra to rule them all. It was missing.

My cheerful disposition was seriously in jeopardy.

But I managed to get dressed, like a big girl, and spent the afternoon helping 3rd graders through the writing process.

I'm feeling better today; I'm turning the corner.

And I am stocking up on the Holy Bras, just in case.

Comments

stephanie said…
You said "brassiere." hehe. I'm glad you didn't let this ruin your entire day, although I can certainly relate. I usually buy two of each hue (darks & lights) to avoid this kind of crazy; see how well I know myself?

Welcome back :)
Anonymous said…
Isn't it silly what will make us insane when we don't feel well? Yeah, stock up on neutral. That's always the safe bet (not as sexy, but in my case...nothing is LOLOLOL!)Hope youare feeling much better

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