Baggy's inner grrrrrrrrr! errupted today!

Baggy and Calum had a Saturday morning lie in. Calum needed it because he was up at silly o'clock yesterday, Baggy needed it because Hormonal Hannah gave her a meltdown at counselling. So by the time Grotty and he got to the yard it was almost midday and getting hot. Grotty gave the Boys haynets and decided to get rid of the poisoned wasps nest that was still sitting on top of the tack lockers. Between The Domestic Goddess appearing from nowhere and Calum's OCD for cleanliness (yes, quite bloggees, living with The Goddess!!), clearing the wasps' nest, turned into totally cleaning the whole of the area outside the Boys' stables. As it hasn't been done for a year, it was a task-and-a-half. If Calum told Baggy to be careful of the poison once, he told her ten times, but how many times did Hormonal Hannah have her touch the poisoned items - urmmm, about fifteen? In the end Clever Bird made her put gloves on. Five minutes later, Calum said, "Why are you rubbing your face with those gloves?" Ho hum.

The Boys munched on, watching with bemusement as every rug was removed from the stables, taken outside and all the dust and cobwebs brushed off. It got hotter and hotter and dustier and dustier, but three hours later, everything was much cleaner, neater and better organised. Clever Bird and Calum decided that it was now much too hot to ride, so Grotty fed the Boys and they turned them out into the cool breeze - much cooler than their stables. Baggy needed a cup of tea, so they decided to have one before heading home. As they were chilling out, chatting to some other liveries, one of the people who Grotty has spent months trying to avoid walked into the tea room. Without any niceties, he announced that the box that Grotty had put outside Wesley's stable, was in their way. Calum explained that it wasn't. He argued that they now couldn't get their horse in. Calum explained that Joey (who is much bigger) could get in, so their horse certainly could. He said that Grotty needed to move it. Before Calum could speak, Hormonal Hannah lost it, she's sick of Baggy and everyone else, pussy-footing around two people who continually make Grotty's life miserable - to the point where she had stopped even going to see her horses! "It's not in the way. And I'm not moving it". "Well we can't do our horse, with it there". "You shouldn't be doing anything with your horse outside Wesley's stable anyway". "Well you need to move it". "No, I don't. And while we're on the subject, stop moving my things every night". "Well, we only move them to Joey's stable". "Well don't - it's Wesley's grooming kit, not Joey's, and it's confusing the grooms". "There's no need to shout, I'm telling you nicely", said he, walking off as Grotty was in mid-sentence. Cue total meltdown and hysterical blubbing, combined with major heart boom boomedy, boomedy, booming and Baggy feeling sick. "Sorry Cal, but I'm sick of it".

Baggy blubbed on, as Calum headed off to continue the "debate". It occurred to Clever Bird that it was this situation that had caused Hormonal Hannah to push Baggy from being very stressed, to not being able to cope with the stress, a few months ago. Trouble is Baggy is just too nice, and puts up with too much. Then when she can't cope with a situation, she avoids it - hence barely visiting the horses for months; or only going if she can be sure of not bumping into these two people. But a) that's just wrong and unfair on Grotty and the horses and b) she has now learnt on her Stress Management course, that avoiding "fears" is the worst thing one can do, and will ultimately make them worse. So Baggy's constant flight/fight mode of anxiety, has today flipped from flight to fight. Probably none too soon, but Baggy literally cannot cope with these people any more. Trouble is, she then cried all the way home, and is now feeling guilty for snapping. And even more guilty for blogging about it. But he wasn't "telling anything nicely". It is odd how some people can be threatening, when they're "being nice", yet Baggy is as threatening as a used tea bag when she's "losing it". She might need to work on her inner grrrrrrr. But one thing's for sure, she cannot put up with being walked over like a doormat ever again..........