Pressure Cooker

I have had a terrible day.

Don’t worry; this post won’t be whiny.

Well, maybe it will be, just a little bit, but I don’t intend it to be.

I DO plan on ending on a high note after writing a very vague rant that really won’t give you much information at all.

Where was I?

Oh yes, Terrible Day, with a capital T and a capital D.

It wasn’t the worst day ever, and my problems truly are not catastrophic in nature, so I’m thankful for that. But this day has been extra long: I woke up at 3:15, unable to return to sleep. Blech.

In the past, I have referred to this sort of mood I’m in as “ridin’ the rage”. Things are just pulsating around here like a pressure cooker. I feel like I did on the day when I actually said to my poor, unsuspecting family and in all seriousness, “I’VE GIVEN ALL I CAN GIVE!!!”

The feeling is very, very similar to (sorry, gentlemen) the hormonal shift right before Aunt Flo comes for her stupid monthly visit, you know, when you feel the anger bubbling up inside and you’re doing everything to push it back down so you don’t vomit it up all over the wrong person. (or any person, really, because nobody deserves that!)

I sent out this tweet before leaving to go to work:

And, with the day I had at work, I consider it a miracle that I kept things in check and avoided being wanted in six states for crimes too gruesome to describe on the evening news.

I did it. I got through this day.

Work ended for me today at 3:30 and I sailed home; I was on a mission. I had a really great opportunity this afternoon to turn my day right around.

I had a prearranged “date” to chat on Skype with my not-so-evil German “twin”, Kat. We talked and laughed and caught up for thirty minutes (and her adorable hubby was chiming in regularly too, much to Kat’s dismay!), and–miracle of miracles–I actually feel BETTER. She told me about the work they’ve been doing on their new house, I told her about what’s been going on around here, and we talked about how Jim and I are really getting pretty sure that we (and the boys) will indeed make a trip to Munich late in the summer and stay in her new guest rooms. Just thinking about it makes me a little giddy.

Kat: Thank you so much for being on the other side of the pond my computer monitor. I feel so much better now! Believe me, my family would thank you if they could, because they’re not too fond of the Mama Drama. Give H. a hug for me, and then tell him to give you a hug for me! xoxo

Everyone else: Keep your fingers crossed that the rest of the day only gets better from here!


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  • Dawn

    I hope your evening is a good one! There is nothing like a chat with a good friend to lift your spirits. 🙂

  • Heather

    I'm sorry that you had a bad day, hon. I hope that it is much better now, and that you are much happier!

    Sometimes, we just need friends!

  • Tara R.

    I'm so glad you got to chat with Kat and she was able to help you end your day on a good note. It is great to have a friend like that. Sorry about your craptastic day, hopefully Friday will be much better.

  • Momo Fali

    I'm so sorry I missed your call today, though I don't know if I would have cheered you up. I was knee-deep in my husband's leg injury (which meant I had to walk two out of control dogs) and his subsequent MRI, a daughter who got her first bad grade EVER (a C+, and in other news, the WORLD ENDED) and a son whose teacher asked him if he liked to get in trouble and he replied, "Yes".

  • nycgirl0501

    I'm sorry that your dsy was so rough! I'm glad it ended with a nice chat with Kat.

    Hopefully its over and tomorrow is FRIDAY!!! 🙂

  • kat

    It was fantastic to chat with you and I too was in a good mood after our little talk. Too bad that it was straight to bed from there…stupid timezones. Hubs and I are really looking forward to the summer now 🙂
    I ♥ you. Hugs across the pond and have a lovely Friday/weekend 🙂

  • LceeL

    You know … my son still has his Hulk Hogan Wrestling Buddy from when he was a kid. LM (Love Muffin) likes to pick it up and throw it, once in a while, just for grins – and during moments like yours.

    Wanna borrow it?