I'm Losing It

"It" being patience. Honestly, WHO THE HELL GOES GROCERY SHOPPING AT TEN AT NIGHT?! Ah yes, that would be my infernal mother. And on top of that, she's extra hormonal today. Don't think I need to illuminate, so I won't. She's not even trying to keep her hormones in check. Or her temper. Or anything else, for that matter. She can't pick a mood and settle with it, she's gotta be in three different moods at once, which inevitably puts ME in a very grumpy one. Needless to say, I'm a little ired.

One of these days, I'm going to tape her, and send her the video. It will probably be the same day that I scold her in a grocery store for acting like a two-year-old. Honestly, the shit I put up with is unbelievable. And yeah, maybe I deserve it, but I damn well deserve a medal too. Going to attempt to get some sleep. Grass needs to be cut and the litter boxes need tending to, and I'd prefer to do that while this heathen creature is still sleeping. You know, so I don't have to worry about it shrieking at me for cleaning the boxes in the wrong order. *smirk*

Ciao,

Lynx

"Bitterness is like cancer. It eats upon the host. Anger is like fire. It burns it all clean."

--Maya Angelou