Okay, so here is my first Dear Baby:
Dear Baby,
Please know ahead of time that when I freak out, please follow in your father's footsteps. He is the one to take after with your temperment and measure of "moodiness". Perfect example...and though I can blame a good part of this on hormones, it happened before you came along and I am fairly confident it will continue after, would be yesterday. Actually, let's rewind to last week and you can read the entry from last week for proof.
Sunday-Wed early in the day were great. My mood level and engery level were pretty darn good and I felt great. At the drop of a hat, sometime during the day on Wed, things starting heading downhill. By the end of the week, my energy level had taken a deep dark plunge and this cold set in. Now, yesterday was an exhausting day having been out of work sick, but even so, there's little excuse for how I was acting. I was hungry, but with this cold couldn't think of anything appetizing. I wanted to eat, but didn't want to make anything. Then the power went out at the house due to a fairly severe wind storm so making anything was out of the question. Your Dad offered to go somewhere, but kept following up his offers with something like "...but I'd really rather not go outside in this weather..." - yea, like I'm going to make him do that when he puts it that way! So, I was crabby from the get-go, then there was nothing your Dad could say to make me feel any better. With that said, he probably would have been better off just leaving me alone so I could be at one with my annoying frustration and anger issues. For some reason, when the power came on and he agreed to make me a pizza (yes, nutritious I know)...and I proceeded to eat the entire thing, I had an upswing in my mood. Not a lot, but enough to take the edge off of my scowl that had ridden my face all afternoon and evening. Nonetheless, your Father kissed me goodnight still the same as any night and we woke up...all was well, the Earth kept turning. I felt guilty for acting so childish and rude the night before because this isn't the first time my mood had gotten the better of me. I had to call him anyway to tell him that the other half of the willow tree out front had toppled over in the wind so I was glad I had the opportunity to apologize. Of course he did notice my mood the night before because I deliberately announced as I got home from work that evening that I was in a sour mood and sorry, but there was nothing he or I could do about it. What he said though was, in a nut-shell, "water off a duck's back honey, you can't help that you are sick and uncomfortable..." and on to accepting my apology all while insisting that one wasn't needed.
That is why you should take after your Father in that respect. He is a wonderful man and I love him very much. I know he loves me too and he already is so in love with you no matter what your temperment. Just always do like you Mother and apologize when you know you've done wrong. A combination of the two will make for a great mix...and you and I may butt-heads less and less.
Love you,
your crabby but "give me a few and I'll come around" Mama
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