The moods have been all over the board today, and I think it's because I've entered protective mothering mode. My new friend is trying to figure out how to solve a problem within her family, and I think she's being unfairly treated and more importantly, isn't standing up for herself. GPOM's father ran his inventory the other night and he's still licking his fairly substantial wounds.
Unfortunately, protective mothering mode on me looks like a battle of words, a desire to dominate with my vocabulary, a veritable inability to handle others' peccadilloes (see?), and mood swings that run the entire gamut (now I'm just showing off).
So when I get home, take off my makeup, and put on comfy house clothes, and I find myself saying (out loud), "Are you going to be this bitchy all night?" I know that I need to take a step back, drink something cooling, and watch Judge Judy to feel superior.
Speaking of which...
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