Michelle the Grump

I guess I woke up on the wrong side of the bed today.

Mini-rant: I can not stand the “botanical” scent that my shaving cream has, but I’m too cheap to throw it away.  I hope the world can forgive my hairiness.

I’m feeling really snarky about something, but I can’t complain about it.  One great thing about blogging and Facebook is that it keeps me from ranting about specific people.  You never know who might see it.  And if I have to hesitate to write something, the question then becomes: should I even be saying this at all?

It’s fine to complain about shaving cream.  It’s fine to complain about the nameless faceless person who could be anybody…like the lady at church with the rambunctious tot who gazed lovingly and approvingly at his every antic (fine at the playground, not at church).  It’s fine to complain about the anonymous “they” – like the government.  But to name names?  Neither wise, nor prudent, nor charitable.

So, for example, I can moan about how “The Army” made me move five days after giving birth (all other options either costing a lot of money or forcing separation from my husband and/or support system).  But even though I have some very specific gripes about very specific people and their culpability in that matter, I reserve that ranting for my husband.  And my sister.  And my mother.  And my friends.

OK.  So blogging and FB do not make me wiser or more prudent or more charitable.  I guess it just helps me see how far I have to go.

And for the record, I want to be clear that I do not blame my husband’s boss for making me move with a newborn.  I’m pretty sure he felt awful about the whole thing. 

And I’m not just saying that because I’m FB friends with his wife.  Honestly.

6 thoughts on “Michelle the Grump

  1. Oh, I know the feeling well! Our 7 year old was born while TDY en route and they made us move out of our furnished quarters to another furnished quarters to accommodate a group of foreign students. Then when we moved out for good a week later, we called our new base and confirmed they had housing. Three hours later we arrived and there was a hold put on housing, to possibly move people from a base in NOLA because of Katrina. We waiting another 2 weeks before they lifted that hold and no amount of pleading for common sense (hello, we had a newborn and left the previous base only because we knew we'd have a home) could change their minds.

  2. I'm feeling snarky and out of sorts today too. About someone who needs to also remain nameless. I feel your angst.

  3. I went for a nerve conduction test yesterday on my leg and only after I was lying on the bed at the hospital did I realize I forgot to shave my legs. So embarassed. Especially when the guy doing the test asked me what my husband does in the hospital (the hospital system he works for).

    You will be rewarded with grace for not being publically snarky, I am certain. 🙂

    Hoping to get a package in the mail to you today — between dance classes.

  4. Love the new header!

  5. Thanks. Too wide, but I had delayed the start of school long enough. Next up: adding George to the sideboard. Then maybe I'll write his birth story.

  6. Ha ha ha, totally feel your Facebook pain! I'm considering whether I can do revisionist history by simply hiding the comments of the person I feel snarky about. Will she see that I've hidden them?

    I've always loved this quote from Sirach 19. It's about gossip, but the feeling is similar to snarkiness, isn't it?

    Tell nothing to friend or foe;
    and unless it be a sin for you, do not reveal a thing.

    For someone may have heard you and watched you,
    and in time come to hate you.

    Let anything you hear die with you;
    never fear, it will not make you burst!

    Having heard something, the fool goes into labor,
    like a woman giving birth to a child.

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