Cranky Momma
Jan. 10th, 2007 03:14 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
liralenLast night, after I'd discovered the break I was worried and feeling very grumpy and Jet was merrily nattering on about something, and I grumped, "Momma is cranky."
"You are NOT cranky, Momma."
"I am. I feel really grumpy and cranky right now, Jet."
"Ah," said Jet in that voice of enlightenment. "You feel grumpy, you're not acting grumpy."
"It's true. I'm not yelling at you or anything." I say, feeling not much better, but at least good that I'm not doing what I well know I shouldn't.
"Yeah. I don't like it when you yell at me." Said the boy contemplatively.
"Yeah. I don't like it, either." And we nodded together.
"So you're not being cranky, you just feel cranky."
"Yeah. I guess you're right." And for no real reason I felt a lot better.
"You are NOT cranky, Momma."
"I am. I feel really grumpy and cranky right now, Jet."
"Ah," said Jet in that voice of enlightenment. "You feel grumpy, you're not acting grumpy."
"It's true. I'm not yelling at you or anything." I say, feeling not much better, but at least good that I'm not doing what I well know I shouldn't.
"Yeah. I don't like it when you yell at me." Said the boy contemplatively.
"Yeah. I don't like it, either." And we nodded together.
"So you're not being cranky, you just feel cranky."
"Yeah. I guess you're right." And for no real reason I felt a lot better.
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