Oh, man. This week is kicking my butt. Beating me senseless
You win, Neverending Week. UNCLE. Just stop.
Here’s the run down of the week’s lows and lower lows…
…while chowing down on macadamia nuts on Monday, I chomped into my own lip. Which really hurt. But you know what hurts worse than that? REPEATEDLY biting the swollen spot every single meal. It’s like I’m beating myself up every time I eat. And I eat most of the time I’m awake. I thought about posting a picture of my swollen lip, but I was kind of afraid that would revolt the few of you not annoyed by my whining.
…speaking of beating myself up: I walked smack dab into a door jamb this morning. OUCH! Who does that? I mean, my kids do it all the time. But what sober, grown person WALKS INTO A WALL? Let me just say that feeling this pain has given me a new appreciation for the goose eggs my kids all have on their foreheads.
…in Suburbia, May is like December. Everyone in our community suddenly has mile-long to-do lists and is in a BIG HURRY. Not only does this mean traffic jams, it means people are testy. Dancing with your kids in the car and you miss the light turning green? Mrs. MyDaughterGraduatesNextSaturday will rudely honk. Trying to return a dented trash can to WalMart? Mr. WhydoIhavetohosttheteamparty will sigh and roll his eyes because he has to wait another two minutes to buy three cases of CapriSun. Because I’m overly sensitive, rude strangers make me want to cry.
…it doesn’t seem to be just strangers (and myself) beating me up this week. People I like are in on the action, too. At the end of the year, moms start to freak out a bit. Maybe it’s the emotions of another year ending and our babies growing one year closer to leaving us. Maybe it’s trying to finish our to-do lists before summer is here, when we’ll have to drag all the kids to the grocery store. But come on, ladies. Let’s not forget our manners. Or grace. Let’s end the year with our hearts bursting with thanks for these blessings. Enough with the curt emails and beating each other up.
I can do that on my own by walking into walls.
Thank you very much.
