Sometimes we all get our bratty moments...well, let me just say, tonight is my night, for sure...this day seems like it has just been a series of unfortunate events...
The air conditioner has died, apparently, and on a quite warm day...it is 10pm, and my house is still a lovely 84; with that being said, it is cooler than it was earlier today...I've opened all of my windows to let it cool down, and it's still miserable. Due to the heat, both myself and Chloe are a little ill. She's been screaming like a lunatic and is flushed because of that and the heat...and will not sleep. So, there we have big issue number one...
Coming in at a close second, my mother wanted to be a complete bitch on the phone earlier, which was great, especially since she already knew the heat issue, plus all of my other not so publicized stressors that I need not even begin to touch upon right now.
Continuing on the series of unfortunate events, I opened my kitchen cabinet to get a glass out, and my ALL TIME FAVORITE wine glass fell out, shattering into a million little multi-colored glass shards...and then, while cleaning up in a frenzy to prevent Chloe from injuring herself, I whacked the holy Jesus Mary and Joseph out of my toe, resulting in a lovely puddle of blood....which made for even more, painful, cleaing....
Is that enough on my list of bitching? Perhaps? But rather than letting go of everything piling up right now, I become a bitchy, bratty babygirl; rather than telling Her that I am having a very difficult, overwhelming night, I push Her away, saying She need not call because I know She is busy at Her friends house, and I am going to go lay down...translation? I'm screaming out, silently, please call me...anything. Just make everything go away. Yur babygirl needs you right now...just make everything okay...s'il vous plait??
So, dear gentle readers, I do what I am best at...push away. Get overwhelmed, become catty, and pray She can read my silent meanings...the question is at this point, will She call when she leaves her friends house, or assume me to be asleep, and try to give me my much needed rest? All I can do is hope to hear Her voice, comforting words, and fall asleep to Her breath on the other end of the phone... Perhaps the silent screams of my babygirl heart will be heard....
I love you...plus que vous ne savez.
Maybe your "daddy gf" is not a mind reader? Maybe there are times when you say you don't want to talk you and you really don't? Maybe you should just mean what you say and then there will be no questions.
ReplyDeleteLoving the phrasing "Daddy gf" ...very nice.
ReplyDeleteMaybe there are not time where I don't want to talk. Perhaps even when I may, momentarily, think I don't want to talk, my babygirl heart is screaming out something else... maybe those are the times where I most need Daddy versus gf...
Not to mention, I never said I didn't want to talk, I was just leaving it in Daddy's hands to make the choice for me.
Perhaps you just need to be up front with what you want and not assume that "Daddy" always knows best. Even "Daddy" makes mistakes at times and may not always make the right choice for you. I know you don't always like to make the decisions, but you do still have a voice.
ReplyDeleteI know Daddy makes mistakes at times and may not always make the right choice for me, but I trust Your decisions. I know that I still have a voice, and I know that You want me to still give my input. I'm not always so good at being upfront with what I may want, and sometimes, I may not know what I want or how to voice it...That's when I most need You to make the choice, whether it turns out right or wrong...I trust You.
ReplyDeleteI'm your babygirl.