Scene: At the mall, my older children seated at a table quietly reading books, me seated at the play area watching my 3 year old play with the other children…
Late this past summer, I found myself getting an attitude. The, “I don’t want to”, attitude that plague’s me from time to time. I have a special little “word” that sums it all up -*Ugh*.
One word, many meanings, and it’s easily measurable. Broken down into 4 levels, it looks like this…
1.) The mildly irritated, I’ll do it tomorrow *ugh*
- Often let out as more of a sigh (sometimes long / sometimes short, an exhale)
- Audible distance: unless they were sitting on your lap, no one probably heard.
- Looks-wise: you still manage to look *pretty* under pressure.
2.) The lukewarm, why is this happening to me *ugh*