School of Hard Rocks

Yes, I know what an idiot I've sounded like this week. I'm so pretty, la di da di da di da...

One of my sons didn't like baths so I never told him to get ready for his bath, I always asked him if he wanted "Bubbles or No Bubbles". Well, duh, Mom, of course I want Bubbles! So it was a little trick. I feel like I fell for a trick...

I am just so angry. I can't believe I'm angry. I am just steaming. This is not the way I wanted anything to turn out. I am so disappointed. And mad.

I am crying all the time. My friend stumbled upon me and it's like okay, I'll answer your question, but first you must chit-chat with me and cheer me up because I need it and you are just lucky I guess... I don't want to be "that person" people avoid because they are a crap-trap. Grrrrr!!!

I wish I was a guy because I bet I'd be able to get more work done fuming than crying. I put a picture of a jar of rocks on my computer so I can try to get the big stuff done before the piddly stuff. Grrrrr!!! Stupid big stuff...

But at least I've discovered yet another way I have my wires crossed. It's really interesting. Like love/money, sex/security and now anger/pride. Good to know. How else would I learn this sh*t?

And I think my only coping mechanism for anger is dressing like a rock star. How f'ing stupid is that? Today I am wearing a navy blue and grey leopard print silk blouse. I wonder what I can wear tomorrow??? You should have seen me when I had to work 18 hour days. I had actual studs and sparkles. Yeah. "I'm my own person, you stupid bad situation! And I rebel, slightly, against propriety!"