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November 09, 2006

She's gonna blow



Starting yesterday around 2, I began to feel like I was going to snap. Rage, frustration, impatience built up inside of me. I was controlled and nothing got out, but it feels like it is eating me up inside. There is no catalyst or rhyme or reason for this mood. It just feels like this isn’t the way it was meant to be.

Ok, so it started after getting the TV hooked up to digital cable. Got a good 6 month deal paying about the same as regular cable, to see if we use it much. Spent the morning getting my haircut (a good one) and cleaning around the house. I had the music rocking and I was dancing up a storm. Then the cable guy came. Very polite, courteous, nice guy. That was fine. Then it started. Minor frustrations started to build with figuring out the digital box, the disappointment that is wasn’t EXACTLY as I had pictures it would be. It grew with the boys coming home and playing with the remote and unit when I wasn’t sure how to use it yet and worrying about them breaking it. The intensity continued with as they are nit picking at each other and P is being particularly prone to rudeness right now. Hubby came home and helped P finish his project and I cooked dinner, then I had to wait for them to finish before we could eat and make sure the chicken wouldn’t dry out while waiting. It was at this point that I thought I would try a dash of alcohol to see if that would take the edge (or as I had started to call it, The Raging Bitch Inside) off. Had very little alcohol, and no results. Yes, I suppose I should have tried drinking more, but I know that would have negative physical consequences, burning rash on face was NOT where I wanted to go. I continued to simmer and boil inside, with no help insight. Believe it or not, I slept fine. Woke up to kids rising early, after falling asleep late. Then the next wave hit with the medical insurance confusion over Hubby's elbow injury and the new plans specifics, and it threatens to boil over. There are times that I can roll with the punches, and have a pretty good attitude with frustrations, but not right now.

I know that chipping away at things that I can control and having success with challenges is the only way to silence The Raging Bitch Inside, which means I need to get off my duff and set out to the store, or figure out how the DVD will now “talk” with the digital box or start the laundry.

Thanks for listening!



UPDATE: Things are better now after reading this blogging mom's post. It has culled the beast inside with giggles and tears and snorts and gulps of laughter.

November 04, 2006

The President called today

The President of the United States called today. Yep, you read right. 9 AM this morning, while we were having breakfast, the President called. He said the Democrats were ruining our country and that I MUST vote republican in the Election on Tuesday. And then I hung up on him.

Ok, I hung up on his recorded message. The kids looked at each other and started laughing at the ridiculousness of the political recorded phone message. They can't believe that anyone thinks that a recorded phone message from anyone, let alone the President of the United States, would have an effect on how I choose to vote.

I am SO sick of the phone calls asking for my vote, or prompting me to feel one way or another about a canidate. My mailbox has been filled the past week with postcards of all sizes (which are getting bigger in size the closer we get to Election Day, like size matters) pleaing for my vote. I am SO tired of all the political commercials that fill the TV programs. I wish I could say that I won't vote for anyone who loads up my answering machine with their candidates message. But if I said that, I wouldn't be voting at all.

We have stopped picking up the phone at this point and just let the answering machine get it. This evening, we are placing bets on whether the next call will be republican, Democrat, Independent or a prop. message. I can't imagine what this will be like in a Presidential Election year. We may choose to disconnect our home phone next fall to avoid that avalanche of calls.

I can't wait for Election Day to be over.