This is not a blog post that I'm going to put a link to on Facebook, or even tell anyone I'm writing. If people find it, they find it., but it's more for me than for anyone else.
I find it
ironic that my supervisor suggested on Friday that I take the whole
weekend off and not work. He said I needed time to regenerate. Little
does he know that unlike his home, my home is not a place of
regeneration right now. We have 7 boys living at home and one
girlfriend that comes often not necessarily without our permission.
Their ability to get a rise out of me has waned because I'm tired, but
there are times when I get sucked into a stupid argument. This last
one with the person whose name I never mention on the blog but who
always brings my blog up when he is mad was the one who I ended up
arguing and it didn't end well. Actually, it didn't end.
mean it ended -- he stormed out and left me in the wake of his fury.
But it hasn't ended in my head. Come backs to every comment he made
have been running through my head for the 40 hours since the argument.
I can't stop the madness!
I haven't read Cindy's
blog regularly for a couple years -- time constraints and not taking
time to do anything that's only for me -- but I went back to check it
out this weekend. Her post Yelling Weeds
means that for 10 years now we have been living parallel lives. The
stage of inconsiderate entitlement are upon us, and budgeting our money
to help supplement the needs of underemployed or unemployed adults may
be the most frustrating stage of all.
Today I don't
have lots of nice answers. In fact, I'm asking a question of all of
you who have gone through this: How do you stop the voices in your