You could say that I am sarcastic by nature … probably bordering too often on cynicism. Losing the girls only added to this, although I do try to curb it as much as possible. There is only so much sarcasm and cynacism that can be tolerated before people start running in the other direction.
Today I did myself proud. I held it back, I walked away … swallowing a million different remarks I could have made.
While registering for a fall yoga class I had to mention that I was pregnant. The assistant’s face lit up as she beamed at me. “Congratulations” she gushed, “We can’t wait to watch your pregnancy develop”.
Oh the things I could have said. Instead I gulped them down, thanked her, and walked away. Somehow I don’t think my dead babies fit into her wold.
Somebody get me a cookie, I think I definitely deserve one for that display of lovely socially correct behaviour.