I was bitchy yesterday. All day. It had me wondering what was up and if I'm one of those people who'll never be content. Then I showered, did my hair, put on some make-up and clean, semi-fitted clothing and left the house. Lo and behold, I found myself in a better mood!
You see, like everything else, slob-ness must be done in moderation. I spent the better part of my day in my favourite pair of sweatpants. I left my house yesterday morning and I paired the sweats with a fleece hoody and tucked my hair up under my hat. I looked like ass. And it turns out, it meant I felt like ass too.
I'm not placing all the blame on my sweats. There are other factors at play here. Like my children. The youngest continues to be an asshole and this time I'm referring to his tendency to come sleep with us in the night. There is not enough room at the inn. So I take him back to bed, and within an hour or two, he's back. We sometimes do this up to three times a night. This does not equal a rested me. It actually itches a very bitchy me. Especially first thing in the morning.
Christmas is coming and I can't quite decide how I feel about that just yet. I like Christmas. However, Christmas requires money. I don't care you are. And money is still in somewhat limited supply around here. Not as bad as last year when the piece of shit my husband was working for stopped paying him, but it's still tight. On the positive side though I am at home. I can shop on a Monday morning. I don't have to cram my baking into the two days before Christmas if I was lucky enough to get them off of work. I don't have to return to work after Christmas. I'll be working, but from my home. So there definitely is an upside.
Bottom line is I need to get myself out of this house. Not allow myself to be lulled by the promise of sweats and un-styled hair every day. It just doesn't do this body good. And as a kind friend warned me, I need to keep an eye on 'things' because sweat pants don't get tight. Or at least not until a good 20 or 30 pounds has been gained, so jeans, once or twice a week (I'm not going to get crazy here), will serve more than one purpose.