Saturday, March 15, 2014

Itch, please

(because if I don't add a picture, one is randomly assigned by Facebook, and that bugs me)

Round here, we have a little running joke that's not very funny.

See, sometimes I get really irritated. And irritable (I know it's hard to believe, but try).

And itchy. Usually my legs and arms and back. And neck.

Literally, itchy.

It's bizarre, and I would really love for someone else to tell me they get itchy, too, because it would make me feel normal.

Whatever. I get itchy. I don't know if it's the itchiness that causes my frustrated mood, or the frustration that causes the itchiness, but it is not fun.

I feel overwhelmed and overstimulated and grouchy.

And it comes-on without warning. Today it was toward the end of church. Great morning, great day, and then BAM. Suddenly everyone was extra annoying. Suddenly I couldn't be nice to my kids. Suddenly I just wanted to tell everyone to cook their own dang dinner. Suddenly I wanted to get out. I don't even know what that means, but it's what I wanted: Away. Out. Gone.

Anyway, Ty thinks it's super funny that "itchy" just happens to rhyme/resemble/be almost-the-same-
as a word that we don't use in our household that describes pretty accurately the way I act when I am, literally, itchy.

So he likes to play it up. Over and over. And laugh.

Which is good.

Because it distracts me from being mad.

But not tonight. Tonight I just want to be itchy in peace.


Anonymous said...

That's why I live alone. I still get itchy at myself though.