Miss Chatterbox Strikes Again

I've always been the kind of person who eats, instead of not eat, whenever I'm stressed out.  In my wardrobe (and the general areas around it, which include boxes, laundry basket, storage, hidden corners, Miss Chatterbox's playroom, rags' closet etc.), you'd find three different sizes that would correspond to my state of mind at the time.  

Duh, of course I'll take the burger!

For the sake of my ego (ahem I'm NOT letting you know of my actual sizes, and yes, I'm THAT vain), let's call them: Small, Medium, and Large.  

So in the past few months, heck yeah, I've been gaining a few pounds here and there.  And went up a size or two... or three.  Fine, fine, right now I'm wearing all my Large size clothes, ok?  My munching activities have shot through the roof in response to recent crisis in the marriage area, and obviously sitting on my booty writing posts and reading all of your fantastic writing out there have not helped.  

Lucky me, I'm fashionably prepared.  I have my reserve pile of Medium Large clothes and have moved it (once again) to the forefront of my closet.  Oh, by the way, here's a tiny fashion tip: those loose-fitting silk-crepe pants that have elastic waists from the current 'I-borrowed-these-from-my-boyfriend' trend work wonders and could save you lots of money.  They are very accommodating to any kind of sudden weight gain/loss because they can practically fit up to three sizes.  Of course they are no longer loose-fitting now--more like, um, tight and body hugging--but hey, that's not the point, ok?

Anyways, I was in the middle of getting dressed the other day, when Miss Chatterbox came into my room.  We were going out for lunch.  I was putting on one of my Phillip Lim's elastic-waist silk pants, one I know for sure would fit my size at the moment (thereby saving me from meltdowns that occurred whenever I put on something that couldn't fit) and still give me the look (and illusion) like I hadn't gained a pound.

Okay, here's a little insight about Miss Chatterbox for you.  She's a girly girl who thinks I've got great taste in fashion.  She would compliment me on my outfits and tell me "You sure look great, Mommy."  

That was, until now.

Here's what she said upon seeing me standing there, feeling very confident in my Philip Lim's pants:  "Um, that pants sure look... relaxing, Mommy."  

Wait. A. Minute.  'Relaxing'?  What's THAT supposed to mean??  I was aiming for chic and slim look, NOT a 'relaxing' look!  Whatever that meant, 'relaxing' just didn't sound too complimentary.  Especially coming from Miss Chatterbox.  Who used to say a lot of 'great's.  And 'great' was not the same as 'relaxing,' no matter how much anyone would try to argue with me. 

Now, perhaps other (wiser, more mature, emotionally-balanced) moms would know not to take their barely-seven-years-old children's comments too personally.  But of course I wasn't those moms.  Have you read my post I Want It in COLOR!!! - "This is Me" Meme Gone Awry ?  Need I say more??

I hate to admit it now, but that little cheeky thingy who happens to be my daughter was right.  I do need to lose weight.  I can't be in denial forever.  I have to get back to exercising regularly and not indulge in too much sugar.  I need to move my body more, and by that I don't mean just my fingers.

Gah, I hate it when Miss Chatterbox is right!!!

I Want It in COLOR!!! - "This is Me" Meme Gone Awry

Date: 15th April 2011

Time: 10:43 am

Last blog post: 3 hours ago

Comments on last blog post: 3

Title of last blog post: "5 Question Friday" (it's a blog hop. Over a hundred entries. Yep, 3 comments).

Duh.  Obviously, I was in a grumpy mood.  So I decided to check out other blogs that some friends had recommended to me earlier, which was NOT a good idea, because they turned out to be great blogs, and they have, like, gazillion followers, which then made me feel even more unworthy and wanted to commit a blog harakiri.

Ok, so here was where stupid does what stupids do.  One of the blogs I visited was Good Day, Regular People, otherwise known as the Empress' blog.  Uh huh, now you're starting to understand the depth of my stupidity.  For those who doesn't know what I'm talking about, go check out her blog.  It's awesome. 

Anyways, I came across one of her posts titled It's Everywhere - Baby E Post, and thought, what a marvelous idea!  It was a cute meme where you ask your child to draw a picture of you. Here's what you do:

• Ask your child to draw a picture of you. It doesn’t matter how old they are…
• Post the picture on your blog
• Call it the ‘This is Me Meme’
• Go here and add your cartoon likeness to the linky.

Easy enough, right?  So with a renewed sense of purpose, I decided that's what I was going to do right now.

I called my 6 year-old daughter, and relayed this simple instruction to her: "Babygirl, could you draw a picture of Mommy?"  Like a good girl that she was (fine, she did look at me curiously in the beginning), she immediately went on her way to accomplish this task.  By now, I was quite excited already; I couldn't wait to see the beautiful masterpiece that was about to unfold before my eyes.

Wait a minute... Why only a pencil and an eraser?  No colored pencils?  Hmm... 

"Sweetheart, where's your colored pencils?" I tried to hint. BIG hint there as you can see.

  

"I'm going to use pencil, Mommy, so in case I made a mistake I can erase it."

I thought to myself, that made sense, she wanted to make it as nice as possible.  Aw, this was gonna be great!  

12 minutes and 32 seconds later...

Whaaaaaaaaat?  Holy shitake, that's not how I looked like!?!  That's Adolf Hitler!  With long eyelashes!  And what's with the black and white?  Why no color??

Classic, neurotic me.

This was SO not my day.  At least she can make it in color!!!  Yeah, that must be it.  Color was what it needs.  I. WANT. COLOR!!!!!

I tried to be reasonable about this, but as you know, reasonable is NOT my middle name.  It's never been my middle name.  So I sulked.

I sulked, and sulked, and sulked.  Until it was time for my daughter to go to sleep.  As she was about to kiss me goodnight, I finally blurted it out, "But I want color!!!"  She looked at me and I knew that she knew,yep, mommy's having one of her "episodes."

"I tried my best, Mommy.  I really did."

"But why is it not in color?  I want color!"  Still sulking.

She looked at me and was quiet for a moment.  I shifted uncomfortably on my seat, on one side realizing my own absurdity, not giving a crap on the other.  Of course my stunted maturity-side won.  So I sulked some more.

My daughter suddenly went to her room, grab her colored pencils and a piece of paper, and started drawing.  Oh hell, only then did I start to feel really bad about the whole thing.  What the fug was I doing?  This was supposed to be fun.  Why was I giving my daughter such a hard time?  I was ashamed, truly and wholly ashamed!  As I saw her on her knees, drawing on the coffee table what I was sure of was for me, I  wanted to cry.  Still, I didn't stop her.  I was too proud to admit I was being childish.  What a mess!  Thank goodness my husband was out late with his friends; otherwise he'd probably refuse to talk to me for a whole week knowing what I had just done.

9 minutes 18 seconds later...

My daughter brought what she had just drawn to me.  It was a "rainbow butterfly."  It was a butterfly drawn on a small pink paper, this time she made sure she put colors.  There was not a space in there that wasn't colored.  Smart girl.

She said to me, "I'm sorry, Mommy.  I didn't think I could draw your face nicely, so I used a pencil.  But if you want colors, here I just draw you what I know I could draw best.  It's a pretty butterfly.  This, I could make in colors."

Boo hoo hooo... harakiri here I come!

I wish I could write a better post about this, but hey, this IS me.  That is exactly what makes the Empress' blog hers, and what makes my blog mine.  Not that I'm comparing (yeah right, get me some life, people!!!).  So I guess this is my "This Is Me Meme," and how it turned out to be more than just an eye-opening experience for me.  

Oh, and here comes the picture (folks, this is another good reason why you should take the Pledge, by the way).

Of course I can't resist posting how Daddy looked like, because the only thing that made me just a tad happier about this whole thing was how Daddy looked even worse than Mommy!  Ha, take THAT sucka!!!

And here is the peace-offering (very colorful and safe subject, can't you tell?)