I’m trying to stay calm but I’m tired. I had to pee really bad but had to go to the bank to deposit my check from special me. When I finally got home, the clutter in my truck had to come in with me. So I put the empty Tupperware, somen salad, apron etc in my purse and in the other hand, I juggled my laptop, a newspaper with an article I wanted to read, my pay stub, my keys and my huge water bottle. Of course I closed the door on my purse, who wouldn’t in this fucking annoying situation? Waddled over to the door and of course just getting my keys into position to even INSERT into the lock is frustrating as all hell, lets not even discuss the feat it was to get the thing to turn and open. Zavi was in my way, of course. I HAVE A SHITLOAD OF STUFF IN MY ARMS I LOVE YOU BUT COULD YOU LIKE GET OUT OF MY WAY FOR A FEW SECONDS?  

I stumble to my room where my toe gets stubbed on the gate to my room. Of course. The pain in my toe is like a catalyst for the need to urinate and all I can think about is putting ALL THIS STUFF DOWN and go pee. But I think to myself, I’ve earned a little blog-reading on the potty, so I take my laptop into the bathroom and sit down and start to relax… 

The internet’s not working. So I’m typing this on my phone. 

Fast forward. 

My rage was interrupted by a phone call from Toni on his break at work. I calmed down, pooped, and made some tea. My internet came back on. Everything was okay and I feel silly for being so angry. Why can’t I just be apprecitive for the things I have? Why can’t ANYONE? 

My life’s good. Better than most, and that’s not being cocky, that’s being BLESSED. Sometimes I forget.