But I had one. A psychotic break that is. It manifested itself throughout the week. It first came when I broke down as I wrapped my niece's birthday present in my usual selection of Christmas paper. I teared up when I realized that wrapping a 3-year old's present in snowflakes is not something normal people do. And I do it all the time.
|I liked this paper because it had Hanukkah colors. Christmas, Hanukkah, birthday parties....I liked the flexibility.|
Next up was my accosting the swim instructor. After 3 years of lessons, I cringed as the kids were handed swim noodles and floating boards. I snapped and stormed over to the instructor:
"Really? It's been three flippin' years! Can you teach the kids maybe a stroke this decade? I mean, REALLY. Swim noodles? This is America!"
I guess when this session is up, I had better find a new facility as I'm probably on the barred list now. Again.
The third episode had me screaming at the bus company about their on-time record (currently at 8%). Atheist-Friend was there for that one. After the dispatcher yelled at me about the 10,000 kids in the school system and how I shouldn't expect a bus to arrive at my house on-time, I cried. Atheist-Friend is not good when people cry, so instead of an empathetic "there, there," she took me on a death march around Beverly to "burn off some steam." My legs still hurt.
As I flipped through some of my recent blogs, I realized that I am now a perpetrator of "blog rage." I am selfishly using this forum to express my anger and frustration at the whole wide world. I need to calm down. I need to ease up on the coffee. And most importantly, I need to find the funny again.
And I did. Stay tuned for tomorrow's blog:
How Marianne Got Her Groove Back.