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averygoodun42Just a general grr, nothing special.
I think I hit my mess tolerance limit tonight and, combined with all the other crap that I had to deal with, I snapped. Babe will be getting an apology in the morning (I was rather unfeeling to his pleas for excess bedtime attention) by way of hot chocolate, or milk and cookie (not plural). Husband will not be getting an apology for he does not deserve one, nor has he given a meaningful one to me, who does deserve a BIG one, yet. I will attempt to apologize to myself tomorrow by doing things that will reduce the irritation levels, like:
- figure out and eliminate the fucking rattle in the back of the fucking car.
- Do the mending/re-buttoning.
- Threaten to sweep (and therefore get Babe to pick up, as the new rule is that whenever I sweep, whatever is on the floor when I sweep gets chucked).
And perhaps do a couple things like:
- return wrong size long undies and exhange.
- buy (withOUT Babe in tow) fleece for baby quilt I need to do for friend.
- cook dinner that does not involve eggs, hot dogs or cheese as a main component.
And, to center myself before I head to bed, I shall remind myself that I:
- did a good deed for a friend (and unknown others) by picking up a couple things for her at the store while I was out (collecting cinnamon, cocoa and other necessities).
- played with Babe a fair amount today, including a bit of rough'n'tumble. We both laughed.
- now have decentish cocoa powder to tide me over.
- am sticking to my guns and finding the language to do so.
Shit. Shouldn't have ended with that one. That just makes me angry again.
*breathes*
Bed. Now.
*imagines Swedish Sven, the masseuse*
'Night!
I think I hit my mess tolerance limit tonight and, combined with all the other crap that I had to deal with, I snapped. Babe will be getting an apology in the morning (I was rather unfeeling to his pleas for excess bedtime attention) by way of hot chocolate, or milk and cookie (not plural). Husband will not be getting an apology for he does not deserve one, nor has he given a meaningful one to me, who does deserve a BIG one, yet. I will attempt to apologize to myself tomorrow by doing things that will reduce the irritation levels, like:
- figure out and eliminate the fucking rattle in the back of the fucking car.
- Do the mending/re-buttoning.
- Threaten to sweep (and therefore get Babe to pick up, as the new rule is that whenever I sweep, whatever is on the floor when I sweep gets chucked).
And perhaps do a couple things like:
- return wrong size long undies and exhange.
- buy (withOUT Babe in tow) fleece for baby quilt I need to do for friend.
- cook dinner that does not involve eggs, hot dogs or cheese as a main component.
And, to center myself before I head to bed, I shall remind myself that I:
- did a good deed for a friend (and unknown others) by picking up a couple things for her at the store while I was out (collecting cinnamon, cocoa and other necessities).
- played with Babe a fair amount today, including a bit of rough'n'tumble. We both laughed.
- now have decentish cocoa powder to tide me over.
- am sticking to my guns and finding the language to do so.
Shit. Shouldn't have ended with that one. That just makes me angry again.
*breathes*
Bed. Now.
*imagines Swedish Sven, the masseuse*
'Night!
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Date: 2009-11-20 08:02 am (UTC)*hugs*
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Date: 2009-11-20 01:11 pm (UTC)*hugs back*
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Date: 2009-11-20 12:29 pm (UTC)Sends you hugs and prayers for strength
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Date: 2009-11-20 01:07 pm (UTC)Thank you. For the hugs, prayers and the laugh.