I have been described as having a short fuse. It’s something I am trying to work on but it’s been pretty much the way I’ve been my whole life. I just have a low tolerance for B.S. I’ve already talked about taking measures to be less angry but I was thrilled when I saw that this was a prompt over at Mama Kat’s. If you haven’t checked out her blog, you are missing out. There is some serious funny going on over there. Anyway, this sort of gives me license to vent and who doesn’t love that? So here are my 10:
1. When I have to repeat myself. When I say, “Go do your treatment,” I would like it to get done the first time I ask. When I say no to a sleepover, I would like that to be the end of it.When I say, “No, I’d rather not go to Jake’s for a beer because I look like ass and everyone that we know will be there,” I’d like to hear, “Okay” and not be asked 12 more times.
2. Slow Drivers. I am not a speed demon. I drive a very old mini-van so even if I wanted to be, I couldn’t but I at least go the speed limit and maybe 5 over. The fact of the matter is that I am usually late getting to anywhere I have to go so when the cars around me are going less than the speed limit, it drives me a little crazy.
3. Ants and Mice: Do I need to even explain this? I want my house back and I want to not live in fear each time it rains. We haven’t had an appearance of Mickey but the ants…my God…how can something so small infuriate me so much?
4. Home projects from school. I do not like being back in the grade my kids are in. I just want them to work on that stuff in school and I know the school day is packed as it is so sometimes they can’t. I get it. I still don’t like when they have to do it. It especially makes me angry when I have to buy a lot of stuff for them to use or when I think THEY are supposed to do the project and when they go to turn it in, it is obvious that the other projects got A LOT of help.
5. Watching the number on the scale go up. I’ve already talked about this. It makes me angry not to be able to eat what I want. I do eat in moderation and the number still goes up. Damn 40′s.
6. Packed schedules. I am not a “schedule” person. I function better when I can do what strikes me at the moment. I don’t mind having one or two things but that is not the way of life over here. We are go, go, go. Being late falls under this, too. I used to be early or on time to things (only 5 minutes early) but after kids…I get mad when I am late and I am late a lot. Having a packed schedule means being late to several things on the same day.
7. Feeling like I am sucking at motherhood. Not all the time but sometimes. I hate when we don’t have homecooked meals. I hate when I can’t get the house picked up before Leo gets home. It makes me angry when I feel like I am doing less of a job that means so much to me. I get angry when the picture of how I want to be as a mother falls short of how I really am. I used to have a lot of patience but my kids have sucked it all up. I get angry when I can’t just BE in the moment with my kids.
8. When I have to pull up to wait for my drive-thru order. I don’t know why this makes me angry but it does. I once ordered a #5 with a McFlurry and had to pull up. I mean, c’mon! If you can’t handle that in the drive-thru, maybe you shouldn’t be considered fast food.
9. The Double Standard. Ugghhh…this makes me really angry. And before Mr./Mrs. Anonymous poster goes all out on a rant of, “You admitted that the double standard lives and breathes in your house about you being able to be friends on FB with guys,” I’m not talking about that double standard. I am talking about stuff with my kids. Your kid didn’t invite my kid to her birthday party but then you get mad that my kid didn’t invite your kid to hers (this is hypothetical since Belle hasn’t had a party in 2 years). This goes for kids calling for playdates, kids in sports, invites to anything and so on. While on this subject (it wouldn’t seem like it’s the same subject but trust me, it is), it also makes me angry when people get mad at me for things I can’t control.
10. When things don’t work like they should. Appliances, cars, bodies, you name it…it makes me a little insane when I go to use something and it is broken. Right now it is our air conditioner, the upstairs toilet and our shower and big bathtub. My car seat doesn’t work. If I move it back for Leo, I can’t move it forward without sitting there for five minutes playing with the button. By then I am swearing because I am probably late to wherever I have to go. CF falls in this one. It makes me angry…all the time. It causes the boys’ bodies not to work they way they should and I hate it.
Whew! That felt really good. Thanks MamaKat!