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In which i’m all sorts of irritable

It’s unbelievable.  I’ve been alone, completely alone, for two days and I have yet to put anything down in writing.  For weeks now I’ve been looking forward to this weekend, not because I don’t love my husband and son, but because I could catch up on all my reading, organize my thoughts and maybe even do some writing.  Sounds perfect, right?  Except I woke up yesterday in a SHIT mood.  A really agitated, melancholy, shit mood and I can’t write when I’m in this sort of mood.

So I finally got myself up and off the couch and set off to work out. Maybe some physical exertion would pep me up, make me feel better and I’ll have my funny back.  But NO.  Instead I just worked out and thought “Why the fuck am I doing this?  I don’t wanna do this!” So then I got off the elliptical and came home.  I did catch up and read some blog posts but I was still in a shit mood.  Then Keely, whom I was meeting for dinner later down at Duke, texted and asked me to bake cookies for her.

Even though I wasn’t dying to do so and trust me, I love to bake, I went in and whipped up a double batch of chocolate chip cookie dough.  This is my go to recipe and when I’m down I usually love baking.  So I whipped up the recipe, realized that I hadn’t eaten lunch, and scarfed down a HELL OF A LOT of raw cookie dough.  Was it yummy?  Sure it was, but I felt sick, really SICK, like “Oh my god, I’m gonna puke in a few minutes sick.”  And you know what else?  I still had a shitload of cookie batter that I needed to bake.

Why was this unusual you might ask?  Because for years, I’ve made double batches of dough because I live in a family of dough eaters (hahaha, doesn’t that sound funny, dough eaters?) and normally, between the four of us (Kevin is usually at work and we don’t save him any because well, we just don’t. We suck) we have eaten so much dough that there’s enough dough left to make about 4 batches which is perfect.  But this time, THIS TIME, there was only ME eating dough so there was SO DAMN MUCH DOUGH left that I had about 8 batches and it took fucking forever to bake the damn things.  And guess what?  I actually hate the baking part.  Placing the dough on the sheet, baking them, taking them out and putting them on the cooling racks…it’s seriously just a bunch of irritating details.  No, I like the mixing, the concocting part of baking.  When I make tortes (yeah, I told you I can bake right?  Did you think I was a completely useless person?  Don’t answer cuz I don’t give a shit what you think) I like the construction aspect: building the torte and putting the layers together.  It’s kind of like model making. I like the process of it.

But just putting cookies on a cookie sheet and shoving them in and taking them out?  In a word: boring.  So, I made all these cookies and by the time I finished, I was even more irritable.  Plus I had spilled some batter on my outfit which kinda sucked because I already hate looking decent and now I had to change.

So I set up and drove down to Duke to meet the girls for dinner, cookies and other assorted paraphernalia I had to schlep down there in the car as well.  For the most part, I usually enjoy the one hour drive, speeding along and singing to the songs on the radio, and thinking about stuff.  But guess what? I WAS STILL IRRITABLE.  So I picked up Andie and went to get Keely and off we went to a fantastic meal at … wait for it, wait for it!  Chipotle.   Yeah, that’s right.  I drove all the way down to Durham to have dinner at Chipotle.  Kevin and Daniel go there all the time and I never go, not because I don’t like it, but mostly because I just don’t eat Mexican food too often so it was ironic that that’s where we ended up going. 

Dinner was fine, if a bit boring since they spent the evening discussing all this sorority shit which I don’t care about (actually, I hate it) and normally I like these evenings to be about me.  After all that I drove home still in the same damn mood I started the day out in.

And today, I woke up and guess what?  SAME!!  SAME DAMN MOOD!  It’s 11:12 and I haven’t done a god damn thing other than sit here, read Twitter, and drink coffee.    Oh yeah, I did send a snide tweet to my friend Kyle Petty (@KylePetty you should follow him cuz he’s awesome.  And he’s my pal so he’ll be able to say he knew me when.  HAHAHA) which said something to the effect of “So Kyle, since I’ll never HEAR from you again, I hope you’re doing well and I have a blog now” to which he immediately replied “Someone’s sensitive!  I read your tweets and your blog!  Hope you’re well…” so yeah, I’m all kinds of fucked up this weekend.

So, there you are.  All caught up.  This post makes no sense but maybe it will get this bullshit, I’m-irritable-mood away from me.  And also, if Kyle is reading my blog and trust me, he’s a pretty busy guy, then you fucking ought to too!

Just saying…

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12 Comments

  1. Jessica
    February 15, 2011

    I’m with you on the cookie dough and baking cookies. I love cookie dough but the baking part isn’t as fun plus the cookies never taste as good as the batter. I hope your mood improves soon, but if it doesn’t I’ll still keep reading your blog cause you are funny and make me laugh.

    • Lynn
      February 15, 2011

      Thanks…I try to alternate so theres always something funny in view…but, I can only write what my mood dictates

  2. Lady Estrogen
    February 15, 2011

    Cookie Dough is awesomely therapeutic, never mind! lol.

    • Lynn
      February 15, 2011

      God I know…I’m such a bad mom that whenever my kids had a bad day, I’d make cookie dough! Not cookies mind you, but the dough.

  3. lilmommyfoofoo
    February 15, 2011

    Great. Now I need cookie dough.
    Awesome blog. Thanks for following my twitter action. :)

    • Lynn
      February 15, 2011

      Well, cookie dough is always an excellent idea. Thanks for checking me out

  4. Name *
    February 15, 2011

    Sometimes, I just don’t know where I’ll find the energy.

    I fell asleep in church 3 times on Sunday, my poor Baby E had to nudge me awake with a “mom!’

    Just.plain.tired.

    I feel your pain.

    Just coming over to check in. I am so sorry it’s so long b/t visits…r

    • Lynn
      February 15, 2011

      Hey!!, I bet you were exhausted after the drive and audition. Don’t worry about checking in. I get behind all the time. When do you hear?

  5. Kelley
    February 15, 2011

    I feel EXACTLY the same way about the in and out of the oven part of cookie baking. If I could get someone to do that part for me, I would bake cookies a lot more often! (So maybe it’s GOOD that I hate that part…)

    • Lynn
      February 16, 2011

      When the kids were younger I didn’t mond as much, maybe because they were “helping” but now, I hate it even more. That’s why I like baking cakes I think.

  6. Pixi
    February 15, 2011

    Can I relate to that!! It’s the #1 thing that really screws up my blogging ability – That shit mood.

    I am HORRIBLE with CAKE batter, but not so bad with cookie dough. Cake batter, though…Gawd!

    Every time I reach for my bag of peanut M&M’s I totally think of you, Lynn.
    I know you’ll feel back to normal soon.

    • Lynn
      February 16, 2011

      Thanks you!!! I’m feeling mildly better but this too shall pass! Funny…I am an M&M!

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