Thursday, January 20, 2011

Week Three: The Ugly Me

I already talked about her on my blog, I think, but this was my third journal prompt for the group I'm doing at Les Petit Academy so here she is again.

That's her. The Ugly Me is someone that we don't want to admit exists. For me, she's the person who snaps at my son when she's PMSing and just can't get a handle on her emotions. She's the one who gives the finger in traffic and forgets to have patience with a child who wants to put on his own pants and doesn't WANT to get out of bed to comfort a three-year-old having a nightmare because she hasn't gotten more than four hours of sleep a night since he was born. She's the person who ignores friends' phone calls and stays offline so she doesn't have to pretend to want to talk to people when she's in a bad mood - that sometimes lasts for weeks at a time. She's the person who hides her husband's favorite pajamas when he leaves them on the bathroom floor and threatens to throw away toys when she trips over them. She is the person who wants the world to revolve around her and her needs. Most of the time I can keep her at bay but she hides in the recesses of my head and comes out when I'm alone in the car - she has long in-depth arguments and often wins. She glowers at small children who are annoying her in the grocery store and stares down anyone who gets in her way. She's not the best part of me, that's for sure. But would I be me without her? Hard to say...

We all have an ugly side, even if we don't like to admit it. If yours was a being, what would it look like?


  1. Mine would be Purple. That's all I know right now.

  2. I know this person. I give her a talking to every-so-often. I love your drawing. She's adorable AND dangerous. Thanks so much for sharing.

  3. Gosh Goog, I can relate to so many things that you've said! I love your little monster. I have my inner critic monster up on my blog post from yesterday if you want to see. And I do believe that we have to have those awful traits to make us who we are, and appreciate what we do have. Give your three year old a hug. It will get better, I've been right where you are... my kiddo is 9 now and those awful sleep deprived memories fade over time :-)