Mid-Week Thoughts

My friend, Kristi, just recently posted about some frustrations she is experiencing. I can relate. It made me think of the conversation Sam & I had just this evening. I tried to explain to him that I was just feeling down & cannot figure out why. There are certain times of the month when my mood & temper & attitude can easily be explained with hormones. This week, however, cannot be attributed to hormones. I don't understand why meaningless, unimportant events seem to set me off & frustrate me. Yesterday, I got mad because Sam asked me to cut the chicken breast a certain way so that it will cook more evenly. Well, I didn't know how to do it properly & I got angry. Not at him. (His cooking skills are far superior to mine & I will happily admit that.) At the chicken! So, I figured while I had the big knife in my hand, I would take it out on this raw chicken breast. And, I did. But, it didn't make me feel any better. However, it did make Sam realize he better take over the dinner preparations before I ruined anymore food. Tonight, I got angry because we don't have any clean beach towels to pack for the beach tomorrow. And, to make a long story short, I cannot get into my laundry room until about 9 am tomorrow morning, when our housekeeper arrives. We are supposed to be leaving for the beach at 10 am, so I have to see if I can quickly wash & dry a load of towels in about 1 hour. I don't think our dryer can do it, but we'll see.

Maybe it's stress. Maybe I need more sleep. Maybe I need to pop a happy pill. But, in hindsight, I realize how silly & petty my frustrations are. I just wish I would realize this as it's happening. As Samuel likes to say, I need to chill out!