I am THAT girl.

Ever had one of those days when really you should not have tortured the rest of the world by getting out of bed. Today was one of those for me. It started last night around ten when the awful nausea feeling came over me. I threw up through the night, and even though when I woke at 6am just slightly queasy I rolled over and went back to sleep. Next call was 7am when Shawn got up to leave for scout camp and even though I should have gotten up to help him get his stuff packed to go, I rolled over and went back to sleep. After running Jackson to golf and getting Emma off to swimming I climbed back in bed around 10 am, using my upset stomach as an excuse to sleep the morning away. But shockingly enough the children would not leave me alone so despite my better judgment and to their detriment, I got out of bed. Big mistake. Because that is when I became THAT girl. You know the girl I am talking about, the one who was at the dance recital the other night throwing a literal tantrum complete with sighs and gasps because a woman who was there at least ten minutes before her would not move over to accomodate her family, and even though there were plenty of seats all around her, insisted that this woman be inconvienced in order to get the perfect seats she wanted. Or you know that girl who makes a scene in her car when someone goes out of turn at the four way stop and you think in your head wow she is high strung, why doesn't she just relax. Or the woman at the car rental agency who was in such a huff to get her bags on the bus before anyone else that she nearly trampled my children... you know THAT girl... the one we judge and think I am so glad I am not a spoiled brat like her. Well I was that girl today...three times.... That has got to be a record for me.
First I was that girl to my children. I tortured them all morning with grunts and groans about how they should have let me stay in bed because then they would be watching TV instead of cleaning.
Second when I almost ran a construction stop sign because I was so flustered with the goings on in my head. The construction lady sign holder had the audacity to walk in front of my car to reemphasize to me that I had just passed by her stop sign (which duh obviously I realized because I was stopped in the middle of the road) I literally pointed at her and threw a tantrum right there in the middle of the road until she rolled her eyes and gave me the you are that girl look.
And third when the boy at the CITY pool, yep the one that was built with my tax paying dollar would not give me a dang free pass for another time when we had only been there for forty five minutes because I couldn't find my receipt, I confronted him, not once but twice the final of which ended with me crying, and him of course giving me my free passes.

I know I have caused a scene or two when three different people asked me if I am pregnant.. the answer is NO by the way.

The one thing I have learned from this day is that the next time I am up all night puking and want to stay in bed the next morning...I am going to go with my gut, lock my door, roll over, and go back to sleep.