Bad Mood

Laughter and Sweat

My anxiety gets its ass kicked quite substantially by exercise and laughter.  More on my anxiety, what works for me, and my likeness to Bob Wiley here.

We recently moved a TV out to the office and now my treadmill is facing it.  This is an improvement over bringing my iPad with me to the treadmill and placing it on the console.

We don’t have cable hooked up yet, but we do have the xBox, which has Netflix!  I am now addicted to watching comedy while working out.  I’ve gone through Chris Porter, Ralphie May, and now I’m totally burning through Kevin Hart stand up.

Thankfully no one comes out to the office while I’m working out, because it’s not always pretty.  There are times I start laughing while running, and then it’s awkward because I’m out of breath, but need to laugh, and sometimes it results in that ‘ugly cry’ type of thing?  Ya, I’d better lock the door from now on.

Double whammy to anxiety, sweating while laughing!


Bad Mood Mama

Sometimes I feel guilty about being in a bad mood.  Not that I’m perfect and they aren’t supposed to happen, but when no one I’m around caused it (particularly my husband and kids), I feel guilty about my bad mood.

I’ve seen this twice in the last 24 hours, it seems fitting:



I’m not upset with my husband, and my kids are being perfect because it’s day 1 of a 2 week break from school.  I’m just in a shitty-ass mood (I warned you on my first post, I do swear sometimes, but I’ll keep this PG-13).

A dear friend of mine became a widow at an unimaginable young age, shifting the parenting of 3 very young children from two parents to one.  Through our sometimes laughed about astronomical amount of hours spent talking, she told me once that she missed having someone to fight with.  To set the record straight, she and her husband were not a married couple who fought regularly, they had a great relationship.  She just missed having someone to banter with, to be pissed off with, because it’s not like she could do that with the kids.  I get that.  My good friend has recently remarried, and I was fortunate to have their wedding at my home.  It was beautiful.  I believe she is the most resilient person I have ever met.

As mentioned, the ‘someone to fight with’, I get that.  I wish that I could put some boxing gloves on during a bad mood and give my husband a nod and say ’10 minutes in the ring’, no feelings attached, head out to the barn, and let the punches fly.  Get that unaccounted for aggression out.  Unfortunately, as much as I could try and explain the reasoning behind boxing my husband is not anger related, I don’t think the amount of therapy my kids may need after witnessing that is in our pocket range.

So, I went for a long bike ride.  Sweating while listening to some Van Halen, Jay-Z, Rob Base and DJ EZ Rock, and some Queen to include a few, that helped me.  I’m better now.

If I start selling soap, be worried.  Otherwise, if you hear a bell ‘ding’ in the barn, it may just be that my husband bought me some boxing gloves and a big ol’ punching bag!  Round one!!



Leave me a comment below if you got the soap reference.  Let me know I’m not out here on my own!  🙂  One of my top 10 movies of all time for sure!!