Tuesday, January 26, 2010
Even the wienermobile pisses me off
I mean seriously. I have to leave work and pick Harry up today, and I like to park on the street in the morning, and HOW MANY EFFING SPACES DOES THE EFFING WIENERMOBILE NEED TO OCCUPY???
Have you ever had one of those mornings where everything makes you angry?
I have had rage bells going off inside my head since my alarm tinkled at 5:18. Even a scalding shower and two back-to-back cups of near-boiling coffee didn't help me.
My bad mood was impervious even to the silly face.
Everything Ben or the kids said to me made me scream with rage (silently) before I could squeeze some serviceably nice words through my lips. I even went into my closet, shut the door, buried my face in my bathrobe and yelled "I'm trying to get dressed! I don't care where your wawa baba is! Aughhhh!"
The thing is, I work late on Monday and early, long, and late today, so I HAD to be nice to my family, whom I barely see at the beginning of the week. I don't want mom to be a stompy little ball of mostly absent rage. QUALITY TIME, PEOPLE is the mantra of the guilty, overtaxed WOHM, and it is my mantra, too.
I am, though, an open book. Every feeling I experience flickers on my face. I am no good at masking moods. But really, some things are better bottled. Who gets mad at the wienermobile?
Harry's all, WTF, man? Chill out, dude. It's cool. And he's probably right.
Okay, so let's think of things that don't fill me with rage right now...
The kids slept 12 hours in their own beds
Ben and I finally watched Sunday's Big Love last night, and it was awesome
I am wearing $7 ballet flats from Target, and I don't *think* they look like $7 shoes. But they might, actually.
I have a new Us Weekly and a new parenting magazine to read at the gym tonight
4 teeny little details-- it's a start, right?
Tell me, what are you NOT mad about today?