Showing posts with label more bitchiness. Show all posts
Showing posts with label more bitchiness. Show all posts

3/19/2008

No Wait, I'm a Saint

Thank you everyone who posted such kind, positive and sneaky comments yesterday after my vent about the houseguests. My mother read the post and has emailed her outrage and invitation for the kids and I to stay, so if it gets too bad we will do that.

I never should have said they could come. That's why I feel bitchy about it. Do you think saying, "I didn't realize how annoying you'd be," would be offensive to them?

Do you all mind if I share some more?

Too bad.

Last night Hubby had a play reading in the city. Because he is the cook in the family, I planned on making grilled cheese for the kids, assuming Sam and Celia would want to go into the city with Hubby. But no, Hubby says that Sam said that would be too expensive. They'll be staying here. But Sam is going to make spaghetti for everyone. (nevermind that my kids don't actually eat spaghetti).

Except that Sam and Celia slept until 7:30pm, so I made grilled cheese for the kids and myself. Then, as I was putting the kids to bed, they had a romantic dinner - after rearranging my dining room. Although I do give them points for cleaning it up (although, you know, not that way I like it).

Anyway, today Sam wants us all to go to the mall. He'll buy us all lunch there, but the city was too expensive yesterday? Really? Because I would rather have them out of my way than buying us lunch.

And did I mention that Celia has poreless skin (whereas I am currently in hormone hell) and is a size 0.

3/01/2007

Well, You Look Stupid

That's what I'd like to say to people when they tell me I look tired. It's one thing if my husband says it, or even my mother. But the lady at the grocery store does not have the right to tell me that.



I'm sure I do look tired. And people watching me with two rambunctious toddlers can probably guess that I'm tired. But what's the point of mentioning it? Unless they're about to offer free babysitting and housecleaning, there is no point. Other than to be. . .what's that word. . .hmmm. . .is it bitchy?

That sympathetic clucking noise is supposed to mask it, I think. But it doesn't - it IS bitchy to tell someone that she doesn't look good (after all, "tired" is not a compliment, is it?). Especially in a situation where she can't respond in kind. I suppose I could , but that's just not accepted social discourse, is it? It's okay to repeat a compliment right back at someone ("You look great!" "You too!") but no one ever does for tired. Or worn out. Or exhausted. Or stressed. Or any other comment that is actually an insult.

Well, I'm done with behaving appropriately. The next person who tells me I look tired is going to hear exactly what I think of his/her looks too. Decorum be damned. And the next time I see another tired mom and the supermarket, I'm going to tell her that she must be a great mom.