So, here I sit,
feeling frustrated with myself.
I have been super busy
over the last couple of days
and feeling stretched very thin
with all the kids home
and traveling with them
and trying desperately to keep up
with the house and the constant mess.
So, what do I do?
I grow increasingly frustrated
that no one is appreciating ME
no one is noticing all that *I* do
I don't get no respect
Yada, yada, yada.
after stewing over this
for a couple of days,
muttering to myself
little self pitying, vindictive comments
I wait until after 11 PM
and then start yelling at my husband.
God, I hate it when I act like that.
I wait and I stew and I expect him
to know everything that I am thinking and feeling.
When he does nothing
(because he doesn't have a clue,
because I haven't said a damn thing about it)
I finally explode in a self righteous
Oh yeah, Good job.
It is not that my complaints and feelings
don't have merit.
But there is surely a more mature way
to go about it than that.
Shame on me.
Some days I wave.
2 hours ago