Several times in my life, I've reminded myself of that Neitzsche quote: That which does not kill you, makes you stronger.
But still, sometimes it all gets to me. Yesterday was one of those days where I felt that I might actually die from it all, but I didn't and today I'm stronger.
Of course, swearing a whole bunch helped.
I left work a little early to get Mar to her piano lesson on time only to be reminded that the school was having a reading event from 5:30 to 7.
Jeez, talk about sticking it to the working parents.
I knew it was going to be a time crunch. Bill was working late (or so I thought — the fact that he was actually at home and hadn't picked up the kid is going to remain uncommented upon at this juncture solely for the reason that it still makes my blood boil), I had 35 minutes to finish dinner (we'd put on curried short ribs in the slow cooker in the morning ... hello yummy and thanks goodness for Cooking Light), send Mar off to piano, feed her when she got back and get her to her school event.
Needless to say, my already hectic work day (filled with new tasks) piled with the home-life stress made mama want to cry in her basamati rice. Instead I said the "f" word to myself about a million times while I finished cooking.
(The whole fact that I'm cooking actual delicious recipes is weird to me. I've make a name for myself throughout my marriage as the non-cooker. I guess people can change. Huh.)
As Mar was scoffing down her dinner, I put on my shoes and prepared myself to act like a proper parent in front of the other families at Mar's school — no swearing, no drinking, no stories of drinking, etc.
That's when Bill sauntered in and asked Margaret if she was ready to go. And off they went. Leaving me behind.
It was probably the right thing to do, considering my horrific mood, but still ...
Oh the frustration of it all.
Luckily, I took my frustrations out on the dirt, sticky floor and cat hair.
I guess I should modify Neitzsche's quote to say: That which does not kill you, makes your house cleaner.