Hey Ragers and Ragettes!!
I know, it’s been a long time since I have blogged. It’s been busy and crazy here.
Today I am still
rocking Rock ‘n Rock Chic. Vintage
velour jacket, pink diamanté skull printed vest, statement long necklace, boot
cut jeans and cowboy boots...don’t forget the red lippy! Rita and
I are going to the football tonight and I am excited!!!!
Well I have been successfully been on a diet, eating more
sensibly and going to the gym. I am noticing
a difference. My body is changing and I
am feeling great. There is a slight
problem though.
I struggle to sleep on a Sunday and Monday night.
Now I am a creature of habit. I need to get a full night’s sleep in order
to function. Simon and I go to sleep
each night at a reasonable time. We have
time for cuddles and sex and we are usually spooning and getting ready for
sleep by 10pm.
Simon snores....loudly.
So loudly that I have to put earplugs in. I found a set that works for me so that is
ok. But for some reason, I cannot sleep
on a Sunday or Monday nights! (if anyone
has any suggestions on how to combat this, please let me know)
Well, Sunday night’s sleep was dreadful. I pretty much woke up every hour which means
that I was a zombie for the day.
When I don’t get a full night’s sleep, I am not a pleasant
person to be around. I just kept my head
down and got my work done.
When Simon and I got home I started to cook dinner. Was making spaghetti and meatballs. Now Simon would have spaghetti, meatballs and
cover it with cheese. I had meatballs
with roasted veggies.
Once dinner was made I served up and sat next to Simon. I looked longingly like a kicked puppy at
Simon’s meatballs, spaghetti and cheesy dinner.
I looked back at my plain healthy dinner and suddenly felt sad. Simon looked at me and said, don’t complain! You chose to eat like this!!! Normally I wouldn’t let that bother me. But last night....no. I felt like a kicked puppy. I ate my dinner in silence. I stopped eating my veggies and just ate the
meatballs. I got up and threw the rest of veggies in the bin and put my plate in the dishwasher. Simon finished his carb heaven dinner and I
cuddled the big stuffed bunny on the settee.
Simon looked at me cuddling the bunny
looking pathetic. He extended his arm
for a cuddle. I looked at him and
sheepishly and said, the bunny understands me and my struggles. I then moved into Simon’s arms.
We watched TV for a bit.
It was time for bed. We went to
say good night and cuddle the guinea pigs.
As I was holding one of them, I felt my eyes well up. Oh God, I was starting to cry....my reason? I couldn’t eat any spaghetti. I hid my tears.
Simon got into the shower and I got into bed.. I started to message Suzanne and the tears
came thick and fast.
I asked Suzanne what was happening. She said, Betty, you’re having a hissy fit
brought on by tiredness.
Me? A hissy
fit??? In work, yes I tend to get quite
assertive but I didn’t think of myself as the type to have a temper tantrum!!! After this realisation I started to cry even
more!!!!
Simon got out of the shower and saw me crying. He gave me a huge cuddle. When I told him why I was crying he smiled,
kissed me on the nose and said, you’re silly.
He hugged me close ad I felt better.
I have always been the calm type outside of work. My older sister was the type that would throw
a proper temper tantrum if she didn’t get her way. I would usually accept it, put my head down
and get on with it. Bottle it up. The last time I had a full blown hissy fit
was about a year ago in my car in front of Suzanne!!!
Couldn’t help but think about Elena. Did she get hissy fits? I mean,
she is so cool, calm, poised and has a demeanour of "your mortal games mean
nothing to me *goddess eyebrow*". She is
the epitome of calm!!!! Do goddesses get
these feelings?
But secretly I liked having the hissy fit. It felt good to lose control of my emotions and
just let it flow. I felt better. And Simon telling me that it was going to be
ok, that felt great!!
It’s good to have these sorts of releases, I think.
I used to have a roommate that would get a full blown one
that she would throw objects in a cloud of blind rage. We couldn’t hang picture on the walls or have
sharp or breakable objects in the room because when she would blow, it was
violent. She once threw one of my shoes
at my other roommate and it hit me in the head.
Thank God I didn’t need stitches!!!
I guess that lack of sleep induced a hissy fit. Last night’s sleep was a bit better but I am
still flagging. I guess that the point
is that sleep can make you either have a great day, be reasonable, and calm or
it can turn you into a sobbing, irrational shell of a woman!!!
Today I think that I am teetering on the cusp of
both!!! I should be ok. At least I look fabulous! That’s the main thing....
As Mama Rage said, Betty, if you don’t feel well, put your
best outfit on your best shoes, do your hair and make up and smile. You’ll trick yourself into feeling good. Once again, she’s right!!
So until next time, get some sleep take care of yourself and
if you feel a hissy fit coming on, let it flow!
Just don’t throw anything or hurt your loved ones!!!
Loves of Love
The Fabulous Betty Rage xxxxxxxxxxxx
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