Whitney warned me last week that with weaning comes some moodiness.
I think I’m having it in the form of ridiculous, inappropriate rage. I first noticed it Thursday at lunch (with Whitney and Scarlett in fact) when the service was slow and I could actually picture myself (on multiple occasions) standing up and throwing dishes in order to get some attention. It happened four times in my head.
Though I restrained myself, I could feel my blood boiling and I had to ask myself, “self, what is the big F’ing deal? You’re at lunch with a friend, her baby is fed, yours are in school. Relax. Exhale.” I was so pissed that I went and wrote a nasty Yelp review when I got back to my desk.
Fast forward to yesterday morning after my exercise class during the weekly weigh-in. I had a HUGE fight (in my head again) with the person checking my stats because she asked such unforgivable questions as, “what are your goals?” and “do you have kids?”
Side note: My weight has not really moved in the past six weeks of class but I’m way stronger and I’ve told this person two or three times that I have kids.
As I was walking to my car with my wonderful (childless) friend, I wanted to rant, rave, and rage about the ridiculous things that Leila had just said to me… but before I could utter, “could you believe that” I realized how trivial and silly my complaints would sound. Hmmmph.
Last night, my mom helped to put the boys to bed. She lay Milo down first in his crib (as is our usual custom) while we did a little more reading and tooth-brushing with Holden. Holden wanted Grammy to put him to bed and I was pretty confident that it would be ok; Holden knows how to be quiet, he does this part almost every night.
Well, Milo woke up.
So, I slammed the door in their room (WTF?!)
Then, Milo screamed. So, I sneaked back in and apologized.
My new theory was that I was actually getting too much testosterone from exercising. But duh, might weaning also send my body off-kilter? It’s been about a week now.