From Grinch to Pity Party

My grinch mood became a pity party so I decided to make it a chore day. 

May as well go all in on the lousy emotions for the day.

Glad to have them done and dusted.

I can't say I'm much better today. 

My dang foot is bad so I need to lay off cardio -- all forms. 

No mood-boost for me today.

Babysitting drop-off was suppose to be around 10 o'clock this morning and is now 8 o'clock -- this is going to be a long day with just me and my grandson and my hurt foot.

Fun, yes.

Work, yes.

I'm feeling a bit taken advantage of right now or maybe a little disrespected. I ask to be informed. I have a schedule and a life ... that doesn't seem to be a priority for my sons these days when they need a favor.

Of course, I know it's MY JOB to hold myself as a priority. But there's a line when you're in relationship with people. I'm not going to say 'no' to babysitting because the hours changed and my son didn't let me know until the last minute. 

But I want to. 

This isn't the first time, nor the last. He used to do this with dog-sitting too. 

Guess I'm sore about yesterday and feeling like my fun is over for the holidays while everyone else is still building up to the best days.

Yes, I said I'm happy to have the work finished -- and I am. 

BUT ... with my bum foot and favors this week, I'm not able to add any fun into my holiday week yet. 

Here's a looky-loo into my head.

My pity party chatter sounds like this ...

Mom, we're not spending Christmas with you.

Mom, canceling all plans on Sunday at the last minute.

Mom, can you do me an all day favor on Monday so we can be ready for more celebration while you sit 15 minutes away with nothing to do on Christmas.

(They're keeping our grandson out of daycare this week so he's not sick for Christmas with the other family side -- not the case ahead of our celebration. We got lucky, thankfully.)

Then we'll go into festive mode celebrating everything and completely ignore you.

Dramatic ... yes.

True ... not completely.

Exaggerated in my mind ... yep.

Real feelings ... also yes. 

That's the nature of a pity party. 

I'm in the throws of the PP so this could all turn around and feel a bit silly soon enough. 

The heart of today is I wasn't respected enough to be given the full information -- a couple hours of babysitting became all day (which is a problem with my foot). He could go into daycare this morning and I could pick him up early to play, but, they're protecting their Christmas plans so they want him out of school where germs are brewing. His other grandmother is busy getting ready for company and Christmas.

Of course, I LOVE to play with him, but all day means my foot is going to pay the price -- further dampening any plans I have this week. 

So my pity party is saying I'm doing this all for THEIR Christmas. The Giving Tree hah.

I could say, I'm so happy I get the day with my grandson (and I am!!!!) and glad I got chosen to babysit (and I am!!!!) ... but there's this other chatter too. 

Okay, enough of this. 

Thanks for hearing me out. 

It feels better to "talk to someone" about it. 

Hope we all have a better day than expected. Later gators.