I had big plans for my latest blog. But those plans have been set aside, washed away, and forgotten for the time being. Spring break in Michigan, it doesn’t get any better than that. Oh wait, yes it does. Granted, I don’t work this week, kids are off school, I get to sleep in, but the weather still blows. Everyone I know drove to Florida. Not that I want to drive to Florida, but still, the weather disparity makes me green with envy. So I’m already starting off on the wrong foot here in unbalmy, sunless Michigan.
I wake up, have some coffee, talk to a friend on the phone, then hear the garbage truck…F**K! Riley’s car is in the street on trash day. Of course we got a ticket. And then to pour salt in the wound, MY car in MY driveway got a ticket for blocking the sidewalk. I had moved it back yesterday so my kids and their cousins could play basketball since I was hosting Easter dinner at my house. The horror. So now I’m raging. Cursing, crumpling up the tickets. I call Brendan, curse at him. I rant on Facebook. I don’t feel any better. The doorbell rings when I am in the shower, the phone rings off the hook. Do I NOT have 3 able bodied children who can answer the door or answer the phone?! It would appear that I don’t. So now I’m screaming bloody murder at them. Then my youngest comes in from his run after only 8 minutes complaining that his knee hurts. I tell him I guess you have to quit soccer and track now. Not an unreasonable response, I think.
I get in my car to drive to the post office. I am behind someone going 23 MPH. Who gave this guy a license? Are you kidding me? Get out of my way!! Then I park behind a guy who is obviously going to the Tiger’s opening day game. He’s wearing shorts (in 43 degree weather–genius), he’s bathed in cologne which chokes me to death, and I hate him just for his existence. I’M not going to the Tiger’s opening day game. More jealousy.
Now my negative self-talk is really wound up– I’m fat, I have crows feet, I need new jeans, but no way I’m going to a store to try them on (see previous “I’m fat” statement), I’m cold, why do I have to dust my house, my life is a miserable piece of crap and everyone on Facebook is living the dream. I start blocking people and unfriending everyone who posts a picture of a palm tree, because they don’t deserve my friendship. I text a couple of my REAL friends, who are here suffering in Michigan with me, and demand lunch out. Don’t tell me no, I may kill you. Some boneless wings and a yummy salad later, I’m vented out and feeling better. I even left a good tip.
I was really twisted up in anger this morning over 2 parking tickets. It clouded my everything, I was in full lash out mode, at my kids, strangers, people in cars near me, everyone I know who is on vacation in a warm place, and my cats. Just because I could be, damn cats being all cat like. And rationally I know I was only mad at my local police department for 2 stupid tickets that were completely valid, I just don’t happen to agree with their methodology. I wasn’t mad at my kids, or random people, or anyone who is on vacation or the Tigers game. I go on vacation, just not this week. I go to Tigers games, just not today. My kids weren’t doing anything wrong, just being normal annoying kids. The guy with the cologne at the post office, he really is a jerk, scale back on the Drakkar, save the ozone, okay? He deserved my evil stare.
I am Greek Orthodox, so this week is my Holy Week and Easter is this coming Sunday. This week more than any other, I really should be better. More insightful, more forgiving, more thankful, less envious, less angry, less self-absorbed. I don’t get all roid rage angry like that very often, it’s unbecoming of a lady such as myself. And I do feel much lighter now that I’ve let it go. Oh sure, I’ll get angry again when I have to write the checks to the city (AKA Nazi, Germany), but not like I did this morning. What purpose did my anger serve? I honestly don’t know the answer to that question. I obviously didn’t deal with the whole situation very well. Shame, guilt, disappointment ensue. What a vicious circle anger is.
So lesson learned? Instead of spreading my anger to those near me, I will count the blessings in my life and spread happiness. Too simple of a solution? Not this time 🙂 I will stop wishing for rain in Florida, I hope the Tigers win for all my friends who are there rooting them on, I’ll hug my kids and apologize for yelling at them, and I’ll thank my friends for letting me air my anger at lunch. It truly is good to be me. I’d do well to remember that next time I make a presidential bid for the looney tunes farm.