Have you ever noticed that it doesn’t take much to upset you when you’re tired and slightly worn-down?
I have. Long days, bringing work home, thinking about the lack of attractive homes to buy, wondering when we’ll have time to visit with bankers, an over-full calendar…it’s adding up for me.
I think it’s official: I am One Grouchy Smurf.
What I’ve also noticed when I’m in these moods is this: I don’t want anyone to tell me that I am a Grouchy Smurf. That just adds to the grouchiness.
Kelly obviously didn’t get that memo yesterday.
- A little kitchen accident – coffee splashing on my hand while I was rinsing a spoon – irked me all day.
- Teasing accusations of “wimpiness” over my choice of workout. To be fair, I was doing speed training which does involve some walking.
- And then! My loving husband said: Shannah, you really should slow down when you’re flossing.
Are you kidding me? That really was the final straw.
I could have thrown a fit. I wanted to, actually. But I simply said:
But even a Grouchy Smurf can’t resist the cuteness of the Smurf it’s married to, particularly when it waggles its eyebrows and gives a cute grin.
So I laughed at the look he gave me and said:
Let’s go look at houses the realtor sent us.
We can mock people’s decorating abilities and wonder if we should be in the “We Buy Ugly Houses” business.
It worked like a charm. For me, anyway. Reviewing potential homes on the internet made both of us feel gloomy. Which is certainly better than feeling grouchy alone.