hearts and roses
Mind Reader
I don't know if it's cabin fever or something cosmic, but I am just irritated. But EVERYTHING, it seems.
Besides the worry over our dog and her mystery illness, I do have other worries. But this is just something else.
It's under my skin and everything and every one is bugging me. Every little thing that would normally just annoy me is instead rubbing me the wrong way BIG TIME.
H and I were driving home from the food store this morning and there was a guy in a big SUV tailgating me. The speed limit was 25 and I was already doing 32 or so. He was so close to my rear bumper, I actually slammed on my brakes. I never do that. He raised his arms at me, I saw in my rear view mirror. I waved at him to back off. He didn't. He even got closer. Finally, I tried to pull over and stop but he must have been so furious with me that he didn't notice and almost hit me. I nearly jumped out of my car, instead the window came down and I stuck my head out with a few choice words and yelled at him that it was " 25 mph speed limit" "what was he *&%$^% doing??" etc. He actually had to back up to get around me!!! As they passed, his wife gave me the "I'm so sorry - he's crazy" wave (from one wife to another, lol).
I was so filled with rage.
Later, easy child said some off the cuff comment and I felt like I might explode. I actually had to leave the house and get in my car and drive away. I actually cried as I was driving around aimlessly. I started talking to myself and out came comments about difficult child, about H, the house, money, the dog...and finally, the weather.
I really really am getting to hate the winter months here. It's just too much, too cold, too snowy, so sick of the ice and the bitter winds and the having to wear 4 layers just to take the dogs out to pee. I'm tired of shoveling a path to the woods for them (they are so little, they disappear in the snow!). I'm tired of the dry skin and cracks on my fingertips. I almost slipped and fell this morning on a thick patch of ice out front while grabbing the paper. H asks me to go for walks with him and the thought of bundling up to walk in the cold freakin weather just makes me want to scream. I always say no and I know that H is annoyed by that. I even declined a night at the movies the other night because I hated the idea of walking back to my cold car afterwards (thank God for Netflix).
I don't want to move away so much as I just want the winters to be shorter. It's only January - we still have a good 2.5 more months of this crud.
Besides the worry over our dog and her mystery illness, I do have other worries. But this is just something else.
It's under my skin and everything and every one is bugging me. Every little thing that would normally just annoy me is instead rubbing me the wrong way BIG TIME.
H and I were driving home from the food store this morning and there was a guy in a big SUV tailgating me. The speed limit was 25 and I was already doing 32 or so. He was so close to my rear bumper, I actually slammed on my brakes. I never do that. He raised his arms at me, I saw in my rear view mirror. I waved at him to back off. He didn't. He even got closer. Finally, I tried to pull over and stop but he must have been so furious with me that he didn't notice and almost hit me. I nearly jumped out of my car, instead the window came down and I stuck my head out with a few choice words and yelled at him that it was " 25 mph speed limit" "what was he *&%$^% doing??" etc. He actually had to back up to get around me!!! As they passed, his wife gave me the "I'm so sorry - he's crazy" wave (from one wife to another, lol).
I was so filled with rage.
Later, easy child said some off the cuff comment and I felt like I might explode. I actually had to leave the house and get in my car and drive away. I actually cried as I was driving around aimlessly. I started talking to myself and out came comments about difficult child, about H, the house, money, the dog...and finally, the weather.
I really really am getting to hate the winter months here. It's just too much, too cold, too snowy, so sick of the ice and the bitter winds and the having to wear 4 layers just to take the dogs out to pee. I'm tired of shoveling a path to the woods for them (they are so little, they disappear in the snow!). I'm tired of the dry skin and cracks on my fingertips. I almost slipped and fell this morning on a thick patch of ice out front while grabbing the paper. H asks me to go for walks with him and the thought of bundling up to walk in the cold freakin weather just makes me want to scream. I always say no and I know that H is annoyed by that. I even declined a night at the movies the other night because I hated the idea of walking back to my cold car afterwards (thank God for Netflix).
I don't want to move away so much as I just want the winters to be shorter. It's only January - we still have a good 2.5 more months of this crud.
