Friday, December 28, 2007

"If Mama Ain't Happy . . ."

(See, I didn't even need to finish the saying and you knew what this post would be about. Clearly my readers are the most clever! I think I just complimented myself when I meant to compliment you. Is that weird?!)

Okay, so it will come as no surprise to most who know me outside of this blog that I am chronically grumpy. Especially in the mornings. I just don't seem to do mornings all that well.

Unless I get nine hours of sleep. Which will happen in a pig's eye.

Even if I am actually in bed for nine hours (also a rarity), chances are I've been woken up numerous times by well meaning children who cannot wait to be in mommy's presence. Sounds terribly egotistical, I am sure, but they've said to me often enough, "We waited so long for you to get up!" that I am starting to believe that they think their world revolves around me.

I keep telling The Calm One that our family revolves around him, but he is skeptical. And evidently with good reason.

Anyway, I just had to share a picture of a recent purchase that says it all:

Now for the disclaimer. I am terribly careful about where I wear this t-shirt. Mostly I wear it around the house, I mean why advertise that I can be a crab and I think I am cute to boot? No, I mostly wear it around the children (only one of whom can read it anyway) and the husband.

The Calm One has taken it in stride as I knew he would. He's the one I really wear it for because once in a while he needs to be alerted to my mood. Because occasionally my clenched teeth and bulging neck veins aren't enough clues for him. And we all know how well most husbands pick up on subtlety. A-hem. And again, I say, A-hem.

And besides, I derive a kind of subversive joy in wearing the shirt. Like I've given myself permission to be grumpy. And that makes me happy in a weird, satisfying kind of way. I guess it really is true the saying: "If Mama ain't happy, ain't nobody happy."

And I've got the shirt to prove it.

1 comment:

  1. So true!
    Now that I have teenagers who have learnt to sleep I sometimes get a full night but I have to admit that I still don't do mornings. I'm ok so long as nobody speaks to me or asks anything of me, which as you said, happens in a pigs eye.


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