The mood

by Jennifer on August 14, 2008

Disclaimer: I have no idea where this post is headed, but I’ll try to get there fast. Call it a quickie. I do know that it’ll get funny at the end, but only because I’ve invited a couple of people to help. (Don’t act all shocked. It’s not that kind of blog. Geez.)

Maybe this mood has something to do with the moon, though my moon phase calendar tells me it’s only 96% full. I have all the usual symptoms on the full moon checklist. A little crazy. Check. Listless. Check. Bloated. Check. (Wait, that has nothing to do with the moon, does it?)

But if I can’t blame this mood on a full moon, can I give the mostly-full moon some credit? Please?

I’m not one to wallow around in a mess of feelings, and certainly not one to talk much about how I’m feeling (though I may write about it later). There are men who are as capable of those conversations as women, so I won’t assign a gender to that particular quality. But I will go ahead and say I’m not that girl. I’d rather get over something and move on, without deep analysis, or even half-assed analysis. So maybe I’m that guy.

I prefer things to blow over. Say the apologies, say the sweet things and make the jokes that bridge the abyss and let everyone meet in the middle. I’m willing to ride out a thunderstorm, but if I have to put up with days or weeks or years of emotional rain, you’ll find me on the edge of my seat, jumping out of my skin. I’m a tear-off-the-Band-aid kinda girl.

Everything is getting to me this week. Yes, it might be PMS, in case you’re thinking that. Maybe it’s the moon, after all. Or maybe it’s that I ran out of these. I’m addicted. (Plus, their name cracks me up. I have a hard time asking for them at Cracker Barrel with a straight face. I’m what, twelve?)

But I’m an easy mark for a laugh, though, so instead of setting up a lawn chair in the middle of this moodswamp, I’ve been looking for a way out of it. (Sidenote: I was impressed with myself for making up the word moodswamp, until I googled it to be sure and found out–as I should have expected–that I’m not the first to use it. I only got six hits off of it, though. It’s a good word, right?)

Anyway, wading out of the swamp…You’ll thank me for pointing out these Exit signs:

From Trooper Thorn at Dogs and Jeans, this is brilliant, and funny. And so is this. (Go. Read. There’s a quiz later.)

And if you don’t already read Is There Any Mommy Out There?, you’re missing out. Stacey is funny as hell, and smart and insightful. She makes me laugh my ass off one day, and breaks my heart the next. And it’s all so worth it. Start with this post, and make sure to read the ones she links to in it. I might have woken up some neighbors, laughing. You might want to run to the bathroom first. (Oh, you’ll thank me.)


Edited: Last week, Mrs. Schmitty from It’s a Schmitty Life asked me if I would write a guest post for the blog of one of her readers who was going to be away on vacation with his family. His name is Jake, and he writes at Tales of a Dysfunctional Family. I decided that if Mrs. Schmitty was game to write a guest post, then I could pretend to be a cool, hip grown-up and write for the blog of a teenager. (Intimidating. Though he made it very easy.)

So I sent him something and he didn’t didn’t laugh in my face. Does this mean I’m a cool, hip grown-up? Yeah, probably not. Still, I hope you’ll stop over to check out my post and say hi to Jake while you’re there.

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Denise August 14, 2008 at 1:15 pm

Go by some new shoes. That should do the trick!

Denises last blog post..My Son, The Realist

Ann August 14, 2008 at 1:45 pm

OH, IT’S THE MOON, sister! And it is WHACKED out there in the world this week. I can’t even begin to tell you and won’t even try….just trust me…

Csquaredplus3 August 14, 2008 at 1:46 pm

It’s a good habit to “build a bridge and get over it”. You’re serving as an example for many. Thanks for the “Exit sign” tips!

Csquaredplus3s last blog post..I’m trying to get his priorities straight.

Suzanne August 14, 2008 at 1:56 pm

Ah, ha, the moon…..this might explain why I ate an entire chocolate bar today at lunch…and why I bought that bottle of wine last night (still unopened, but I can hear a cork calling my name……)

Suzannes last blog post..Truth & Fiction: John Edwards, Rielle Hunter, and the author, Jay McInerney

we_be_toys August 14, 2008 at 2:05 pm

You are going into Atomic Fireball withdrawal – I’ve seen it before.

Cranky, because there’s no constant fireball in your mouth.
Listless, because your sugar has crashed.
Bloated, because now you have to try to fill the void with other stuff.

Girl, go get some of those things before WWIII erupts!

anymommy August 14, 2008 at 2:30 pm

I’m so glad to be able to help pull you out of the swamp because I love and adore you. Just to cheer you up, I’m having a party at my blog later and you’re invited. BYOHA (bring your own hard alcohol). We’re not messing with beer!

anymommys last blog post..Tummy Mommy

melissa August 14, 2008 at 3:32 pm

SO glad you let me read these funny posts:) Hope you’re feeling up to snuff soon.

melissas last blog post..Who Needs A Gold Medal?

flutter August 14, 2008 at 4:06 pm

Oy. I am SO there.

flutters last blog post..There was a boy

Jake August 14, 2008 at 6:16 pm

Oh…a cool, hip grown up is such an understatement!
(I think…)

Jakes last blog post..(Not) Too Cool For School

JCK August 14, 2008 at 10:44 pm

Oh…the moon it does funny things to us.

Can’t wait to check out the other bloggers and your guest post!

Jenn @ Juggling Life August 14, 2008 at 11:16 pm

I’m glad Trooper Thorn is getting the shout-outs he deserves. I shared his posts on my Google Reader. They’re absolutely hysterical. Off to check out your guest post . . .

Jenn @ Juggling Lifes last blog post..In Which I Crack Like An Egg

manager mom August 15, 2008 at 12:43 pm

I am WITH YOU on the emotions thing. I have been repressing my emotions for so long that I now fear that they are going to leap from my subconscious one day and tear me apart like a pack of wild dogs.

On a lighter note, I am addicted to Jelly Bellies. Haven’t rocked the fireballs yet.

manager moms last blog post..My Long Overscheduley Nightmare Is Almost Over

San August 15, 2008 at 3:07 pm

I do like that term “swampmood,” Jennifer. And it does apply to the way I’ve felt this week too. Until today. This morning I woke up to the wind whistling around the walls of my house and I thought, ‘YES. Blow all the funkiness out of here.’ For some reason, I feel better.

P.S. The new skyscapes are posted at the Convergence site. Enjoy!

Sans last blog post..Feel Good Friday: Talk to the Animals!

San August 15, 2008 at 3:09 pm

I mean “moodswamp.” That’s far better.

Sans last blog post..Feel Good Friday: Talk to the Animals!

Daryl August 17, 2008 at 9:21 am

I am addicted to Werther’s Originals .. oy .. am so addicted …

And you are cool..

Daryls last blog post..overheard

Sandi McBride August 20, 2008 at 4:07 pm

Atomic FIreballs…I had to give them up…my DBH told me they made me crazy. Maybe he was right. It was the Mood Swings from hell, little did he know that it wasn’t the was the ovaries…men…can’t understand them can’t just kill them…
David sent me…congrats on the POTD mention

Sandi McBrides last blog post..Is It really Wednesday?

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