So, yesterday was a crappy day to say the least. Apart from my still-shaken state over my departed school mate. I had to be at my boss' place so we could work on some stuff together. We all work from home - thank God - so I don't have to see her everyday.
Oh, but how that woman grates my cheese. She is a classic type A personality... controlling to the last - even when she has no idea what she's talking about. And there I sit, every muscle in my body twitching, trying to control the overwhelming urge to just get up off my chair and scream "shut up! Just shut the f%#*k up and listen!".
Needless to say, I didn't. She has this annoying habit of raising her voice when she doesn't agree with you (read 'thinks you're talking out your ass') so as to completely drown you out. However, I refuse to be intimidated. I simply wait for her to end her tirade and in a deliberately much calmer tone, slowly explain why the f%#*k she doesn't know what she is saying. Much to my delight, logic always prevails and she must back down. I savour those small victories - but alas, it lasts for only a moment. She then makes it her life's mission to be right on everything thereafter. She just has this knack for making you feel like she's teaching you something new even when you are in total agreement with what she's saying and it's nothing you didn't already know. God, it's annoying!
So, in addition to that hellish session with my boss, the weather was not cooperating. It was gloomy, dark and raining cats and dogs. Luckily I was wearing a new outfit and feeling slightly fly. Not enough to enhance my mood, unfortunately.
I got home feeling like a wet dog. It didn't help that when I stopped on the way to get some groceries and minor supplies, I had a less-than-inspiring telephone conversation with Hubby. All I wanted was to know if he could think of anything we needed, and he cut me off! He cut me off. That was so uncalled for. I was looking to him for comfort, to make me smile... but I suppose, being stuck in heavy traffic after a long day at the office, he wasn't trying to deal with trivial household matters.
But that was the whole point. Neither was I. But I had to, didn't I? Who else was going to do it? All I need is a little support - a thumbs up for everything I do for this family. But it wasn't to be.
Anyway, after discovering - only as I walked into the store - that the Little Tyke had a soiled nappy, I decided not to turn back for a nappy change and continue with my shopping. After a less-than-pleasant and very stinky drive home, I started on supper with my lip dragging on the floor.
Hubby got home and I said exactly 8 words to him all night. I was feeling bad - real bad. I admit, I was probably lashing out, but he didn't seem to be too disturbed about it. Or at least that's what I thought until I went into the other room to make a call to Sims (my best friend). I finished my call and I get out of the room to find the house dark and Hubby & Little Tyke in bed.
So there I was standing in the hallway... in the dark, feeling like a total git.
Served me right, I guess. Especially because I was feeling decidedly lighter after talking to Sims, and now ready to spread the love to Hubby. (She always has that effect on me. I love that chick!)
After a few moments I decided that I'd better just get to bed. So I crawl in, and think "should I just play this out?", face the other way and continue to sulk? But no, I wasn't feeling that way anymore. So, I hunkered down, got comfortable, and gingerly put an embarrassed arm around my two boys and soon drifted off to sleep.
Oh, but how that woman grates my cheese. She is a classic type A personality... controlling to the last - even when she has no idea what she's talking about. And there I sit, every muscle in my body twitching, trying to control the overwhelming urge to just get up off my chair and scream "shut up! Just shut the f%#*k up and listen!".
Needless to say, I didn't. She has this annoying habit of raising her voice when she doesn't agree with you (read 'thinks you're talking out your ass') so as to completely drown you out. However, I refuse to be intimidated. I simply wait for her to end her tirade and in a deliberately much calmer tone, slowly explain why the f%#*k she doesn't know what she is saying. Much to my delight, logic always prevails and she must back down. I savour those small victories - but alas, it lasts for only a moment. She then makes it her life's mission to be right on everything thereafter. She just has this knack for making you feel like she's teaching you something new even when you are in total agreement with what she's saying and it's nothing you didn't already know. God, it's annoying!
So, in addition to that hellish session with my boss, the weather was not cooperating. It was gloomy, dark and raining cats and dogs. Luckily I was wearing a new outfit and feeling slightly fly. Not enough to enhance my mood, unfortunately.
I got home feeling like a wet dog. It didn't help that when I stopped on the way to get some groceries and minor supplies, I had a less-than-inspiring telephone conversation with Hubby. All I wanted was to know if he could think of anything we needed, and he cut me off! He cut me off. That was so uncalled for. I was looking to him for comfort, to make me smile... but I suppose, being stuck in heavy traffic after a long day at the office, he wasn't trying to deal with trivial household matters.
But that was the whole point. Neither was I. But I had to, didn't I? Who else was going to do it? All I need is a little support - a thumbs up for everything I do for this family. But it wasn't to be.
Anyway, after discovering - only as I walked into the store - that the Little Tyke had a soiled nappy, I decided not to turn back for a nappy change and continue with my shopping. After a less-than-pleasant and very stinky drive home, I started on supper with my lip dragging on the floor.
Hubby got home and I said exactly 8 words to him all night. I was feeling bad - real bad. I admit, I was probably lashing out, but he didn't seem to be too disturbed about it. Or at least that's what I thought until I went into the other room to make a call to Sims (my best friend). I finished my call and I get out of the room to find the house dark and Hubby & Little Tyke in bed.
So there I was standing in the hallway... in the dark, feeling like a total git.
Served me right, I guess. Especially because I was feeling decidedly lighter after talking to Sims, and now ready to spread the love to Hubby. (She always has that effect on me. I love that chick!)
After a few moments I decided that I'd better just get to bed. So I crawl in, and think "should I just play this out?", face the other way and continue to sulk? But no, I wasn't feeling that way anymore. So, I hunkered down, got comfortable, and gingerly put an embarrassed arm around my two boys and soon drifted off to sleep.
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