You know those old cartoons that show someone getting pissed off, and you can hear the sounds of a steam engine, and suddenly steam starts pouring out of the person's ears and nose and mouth until the top of his head flies off?
Yep.
Well, that was me yesterday due to some unfortunate carpool angst. Which is so asinine, it's not worth getting into. But the interesting thing about this situation is that 1.) Even though I knew I shouldn't, I still wrote a pissy-ass email to all parties involved, and 2.) Even though I thought it over for exactly 3.2 seconds, I still hit the send button, and 3.) I felt no remorse whatsoever, because I was in a somewhat combative mood, and 4.) I waited for the fall-out.
And I waited and waited and waited. And then I got an aborted message email from Comcast. My mail server had been down for an hour, and the pissy email I sent was lost forever.
So, I figured God was trying to tell me something. Don't lose your cool. Don't be an asshole suburban mother-carpool chauffeur. Calm down before shooting off pissy-ass emails. I don't know? Something like that.
In the meantime, I laughed and sent a fairly friendly one-sentence email instead.
Moral of this story?
The kids should take the freakin' bus?
My daughter, who noticed how stressed out I was (the steam pouring out of my head, intense and creative bouts of cussing, and me screaming "I'm stressed out!"), said...."Can't you take a pill for that?"
And I said, "There is a pill for that, but I don't take it. Maybe I should."
And Nat said, "You're a great mom." And then she hugged me and patted me on the back.
And then all was right with the world, and the steam engine rattled away for the night.
Thinking I might need a pill for that,
Penelope
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