I am overly hormonal right now. I probably shouldn’t even read posts that others write much less write my own. It’s about that baby birthing time and when I get this far along I simply cannot be trusted.
Just yesterday I freaked the heck out while driving my precious children to church. Some lady pulled out in front of me and after I almost rear-ended her ignorant self I proceeded to speed around her while blaring my horn. This after promising my husband I would cool the road rage. He told me with the economy the way it is someone is going to shoot me and the kids. It’s just not worth it. Just let them go on and annoy you he tells me. He’s right too. I was a maniac for acting like that 8 months pregnant with two little ones in the car to boot. So who is the ignoramus now? Yeah, that would be me.
When I was 7 months pregnant with Jeremy I jumped out of my car at a stoplight to scream at a very large man in a very large black truck for almost side swiping me and my daughter. Now that got me in the idiot hall of fame right there. He called me a few choice names and then shut his window. I got back in my car while people all around me were honking their horns because I had blocked the intersection and the light turned green before I got back in my car. Duh! Not my proudest moment.
There is this person who I’ve never truly liked. Ever. She has made the list of high-maintenance. She’s basically up there right next to my ex-friend who only calls me when she needs something or wants a gift for her kid’s birthday (which means I’ll likely get a call next month b/c there’s a birthday coming). Yeah. Grrr.
I am trying so hard to ignore her (which is entirely against my confrontational, all up in your face nature) and the stupid things she seems determined to spew regularly and I’m failing. I keep reminding myself that if I allow her to get to me then I am allowing her to control me — you know, taking my own advice. I want to tell her off, but that would fall into the category of a Christian telling off another Christian in a public forum. See how my posts haunt me? For crying out loud. I am being tested on every single ounce of this post. Go figure. Really, that’s no surprise at all. It happens a lot.
Well I choose today to let it go. Maybe tomorrow it will be gone.
So long irritation
Farewell desire to shut her up once and for all
I won’t cave. I won’t cave. I won’t cave.
I. Will. Not. Cave.