I wish I were a bear.
If you're a bear, you get to hibernate.
You do nothing but sleep for six months.
I could get used to that.
And another thing, before you hibernate you're supposed to eat yourself stupid.
That wouldn't bother me either.
If you're a mama bear everyone knows you mean business, you swat anyone who bothers your cubs.
If your cubs get out of line, you swat them too.
Your husband expects you to growl when you wake up.
He expects you to have hairy legs and excess body fat.
He likes it!!
I wish I were a bear!
Seriously, I feel like a bear lately! GRRRR! The claws come out a lot lately! Why? I have no idea. I don't know what my problem is. I'm restless. I get annoyed at stupid things! Some days I just want to yell at everyone. GRR! I guess it's just frustration that ... well, it's just frustration. I won't go into reasons. I feel bad because I snap at my husband when I don't understand something he's trying to ask or say. I snap at the baby when she's hanging on my legs - which I should cherish because someday when she's too old to do that anymore, I'll wish for those moments. Sometimes, I just want to cry about it all! I guess we all have these moments.
What do you do when you feel like that? When all of life's frustrations - one thing after another - come at you? What do you do?! Please leave a comment with any advice, ideas, etc. I feel I could use it right about now. GRRR!