Just one of those days!

It had been building up for a while now. My emotions, tiredness, stress, sleeplessness, all coming together, engulfing and pulling me down into the dumps.

You can only take or bear so much. After a while you reach your saturation point and that is when you explode- like a volcano, spewing toxic flames and lava in all directions.

That is what happened to me last night.

D refusing to eat what I cooked for dinner and pretending to gag on my food was the last straw, so to speak. I just lost it. I slammed the pot cover on the kitchen counter, threw whatever I could grab (I think it was a crayon) into the trash can (don’t know why I did that) and off I went up to the bedroom, tears stinging my face.

Shed a couple of tears in the quiet of my bedroom, composed myself and came down only to burst into a wail in hubby dear’s arms! A wail so loud that I had two little clueless kids looking up at me with frightful, innocent eyes. D decided to behave and literally forced himself to eat. Both he and A have had stomach bugs that have led them to poop and puke intermittently and have left them with no desire to eat. But seeing his mom in this unrecognizable avatar, he didn't want to take any chances. Poor thing!

But that wail did me good, I tell ya. I just needed an outlet, to release some of those pent up emotions and this was it. After crying non stop for about 10 minutes, I was back in action, organizing dinner for the kids and us, as if a huge weight was lifted off me. The dinner sucked royally-will never make herb pasta and meatballs in Alfredo sauce, never! It was tasty but ridiculously rich and heavy. I felt as if I was eating loads of butter and lard! No wonder my son was gagging on his food!

The wintry, gloomy, treacherous weather didn’t help much either. Although we cranked the heat all the way up, the house still felt cold contributing to my outburst. Just one of those days, you know. When nothing seems to be right. You feel heavy hearted, morose, sullen for no substantial reason. You drown in self -pity just because you think you should. I dont know.....
These days do occur and in some ways I am thankful they do because, soon after or come next day, I feel OK. I am back to doing what I do best-being ME!