Sweet-tooths benefit from my crabbiness.
I'm having a tough time with mom. I think that maybe since she's around my kid I have a magnifying glass on her and that's why I'm seeing things that bother me so much. She's so negative. So so very negative and it's driving me insane.
Today at Church, 2 girls were being confirmed. They were all done up in dresses and their robes, excited and nervous and smiling. I was happy to be a part of it. Mom made a comment that one of them was really tall. I said she was wearing heels. Mom looked at her shoes (which were about 5 inches high and very glittery) and said.. "hmmf.. a teenager wearing that in Church".. and all I could think to say was. "Really? We came to Church today to judge people? Is that why I picked you up?"
I can't be nice about it with her anymore. I just shoot off my mouth. I used to be able to dampen it. I know that Charlie will be around negative people.. but it kills that one of the worst is his gramma. Even at just under 6 months old she's not allowed to hang out by herself with him because of it.
So anyway.. I realized it today. Every time people upset me I come home and bake (which explains the waist line). And today it was an apricot pecan carrot cake with cream cheese frosting.
Anyone want to start a mailing list so when I get mad ya'll can have some sweets? Can't just keep this stuff in the house! ARGH!