Sick again and gettin' dissed.

I am sick AGAIN.  Bean started getting sick on Saturday.  Well, she started sneezing a lot on Saturday and I happen to say to Hubz “Gee, she sure is sneezing quite a bit today.  I hope she’s not getting sick.”  A day late and a dollar short, I guess.  But it wasn’t enough for her to get sick, she had to bring me along for the ride.  This was my birthday weekend so I grounded her for getting me sick on my birthday.  How old am I?  Don’t make me ground you, too.

So because I’ve been feeling puny, I haven’t felt like talking to you all.  I do apologize and hope that you can forgive me.  Frankly, I’m tired of getting sick every time Bean does.  I guess I need to up our Vitamin C or something. 

Saturday Hubz, Bean, and I went to a Princess Diana exhibit.  I was/am a huge Princess Diana fan.  I have so many books, magazines, and various memorabilia about her.  Hubz’ thinks it’s crazy but that’s what I think about his 15 fishing poles, too.  To each his own. 

Bean made it halfway through the exhibit before beginning her meltdown.  To be fair, it was close to her nap time, she’s been bottle/best friend-free for almost two weeks, and she wasn’t allowed to run all over the place.  I would probably be grumpy, too.  I kept trying to tell her that she was gonna get to see a Princess dress.  She wasn’t really sold on the idea.
                                   
For some reason she has an aversion to her daddy.  I don’t know why.  They like to play together.  But when it is time for comforting, she’s a Mommy’s girl.  All I and the hundred other people around kept hearing was “Mommy, I want to hold you.”  Over and over and over.  Towards the end of the exhibit, I finally got her to fall asleep.  I was holding her when a woman came up to me and said “So, you finally got her down, huh?”. 

Was that a diss?  Was that a “why the heck did you bring a two-year old to something like this?”  Was that a “God, Woman!  Didn’t you bring any duct tape with you?”  Maybe she meant it in a “I know how you feel, girl” kinda way.  I don’t know.  But I was at an exhibit honoring a woman who tried to be an ambassador to millions of people so I decided in the sprit of Princess Diana to not go looney bin crazy on the woman.  I just smiled at her and shook my head.

Have you ever been on the receiving end of a comment that you didn’t quite know how to take?  Did you keep calm or did you go looney bin crazy?