a punch in the face
Yesterday we went to Seven Peaks and then to a Memorial Day picnic. By the time we got home, I was sore and exhausted and more or less collapsed into bed. I forgot to take my anxiety medication.
See, this class of medication has a very short half-life. So by 8:30 in the morning, I’m extremely irritable. Answering a four year old’s incessant questions, followed by a two year old’s constant begging followed by whining, doesn’t help.
Kinda makes me want to punch people in the face, really.
Not my kids, of course.
Just people… mankind.
Hmm, writing this post was supposed to feel theraputic.
Instead I just feel like a bad person.
I’m supposed to can strawberry jam today. With 4 square feet of counter space and 2 kids under feet, it should be fun.
Not dangerous at all.
I’m also out of Diet Coke. Maybe I’ll just take a nap instead.
PS – any scriptures you particularly like to read when you are mad/irritable/cranky/tired/mean/grumpy/sad/crazy? Please advise.