Being Perfect
So, I’m nice to be around when all the forces in my world are calm. When they’re not it’s a whole different story.
For example, my KISA likes me best when I’ve eaten. So much so that he makes me carry snacks in my purse. If I start to get short with him, he’ll gently ask me when was the last time I ate or if I’m hungry.
It’s a pretty similar story when I haven’t had enough sleep. I’ve learned I do best on 7.5 – 9 hours of sleep. If I didn’t get that then one would think a nap would be reasonable. As my friend Natalie says, “Naps can be tricky.” If I fall asleep because maybe I’m too hungry, I’m a real bear to be around when I wake. The same if something interrupted my nap or if I slept too long or not long enough.
Another thing that sets me off is being rushed. I often am rushing other people, but when the tables are turned it’s a whole different story. I become very irritable and lash out at everything – people texting to know where I am, my KISA simply trying to talk to me, not knowing what to wear. Really, anything.
And, unfortunately the same is said if I’m too hot. Thankfully living in SF has taught me to dress in layers so that I can shed them as needed.
Basically, I’m a fun-loving, happy person…unless I’m in any way uncomfortable.
Posted on January 18, 2014, in Life in 'Frisco. Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.
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