Grouchy Grouch

I admit, I have been so ill the past few days. Between the dieting and people just getting on my nerves in general- I should probably be put away in isolation for my own good. But, alas, there is no time for solitary confinement. So, I have been trying my best to keep my temper under wraps for the past few days. It started Tuesday night at soccer. Annelise scored 2 goals and Emmaline got soooo close twice. She wants to score so badly- I really hope she gets at least one goal before the season is over. I put my chair at the end of the field near the goal, because I like to see all the action up close and also because I was feeling particularly anti-social. About 10 minutes after the game started, these obnoxious yuppies came and put their chairs right in front of me- I could not see a thing. Then they let their 4 year-old son run around like crazy, pushing his chair onto me and kicking red dirt and gravel dust all over everyone. I thought I was going to lose it. I got up, took my chair about 10 feet down the way and slammed it down on the ground. If looks could kill- these people would have toe tags..... Then the men began talking really loudly about how they love to play the golf course at this exclusive uppity neighborhood in town. I could have puked. I just cannot stand yuppies. Yes, I am married to a successful doctor, and we have been very blessed financially- but I have never forgotten where I came from and I never will. I don't want people to see that about me in public. Anyway- I did notice that they all had Gamecock emblems on their chairs, so that explained some of their behavior. (Hah-hah...) Since then I have just been wound tighter than a girdle on a Baptist preacher's wife at an all you can eat pancake breakfast. Emmaline has this new thing where we tell her to do something and she just says "No." This is the child who used to cry if we looked at her wrong and now she acts like she's not scared of the devil. Hopefully it's just a phase. I also have this uncomfortable feeling and I don't know why, or where it is coming from. I think it is just because I have been so agitated. Anyway- I'm going to go take a bottle of Pamprin and pray for a Mary Poppins complex.