I feel much better today. I haven't snapped at anyone or cried yet. Granted, all I did was shove Martin out the door for work and make Mia peanut butter toast, but I had no urges to drop kick a stuffed animal or slam anything.
I got a lot of love from my blog friends and my Facebook friends, and that helped so much. We all go through days like this at some point. That little pink pill, I'm sure, helped as well. Martin, bless his heart, knows to just steer clear when I get like this. Dexter is bewildered, I think, and waiting for my head to spin around. Mia is just her Mia-self, doing her own thing in Mia's World.
Today is going to be better. I have some Becky Home Ecky projects to tackle. It's raining, so we're stuck in the house, no pool temptation today. I can expel any lingering frustrations with the vacuum cleaner and Magic Clean eraser.
I also hid the Turtle Tracks ice cream in the back of the freezer from a certain teen-age boy who thinks a "snack" is half the container.
Ice cream can solve a lot of problems, at least on a short term basis.