Roid Rage
This is so NOT my day, I had the most hilarious post EVER written and the Mac crashed. Yes, that’s right, CRASHED. How much do I want to toss a kitten across the room right now? Much!
This is what happens when your health care provider puts you on roids.
Anyway, I was trying to tell you of our AWESOME road trip. It’s awesomeness began with a RAD attack. Felpsy’s. I in my desire to please my husband by compiling a balance sheet for our finances that he’d been bugging me about, I imposed a time limit on Felpsy. He does not do time limits. Shuts completely down, goes into high anxiety and takes everyone else with him, especially when I am too busy monitoring the activities of four children, packing for a weekend trip, cleaning the house and figuring out that we have $0 that isn’t going somewhere, all while Tech Support is running errands, with zero kids.
So, rage, anxiety. I hate the world and everything in it.
Whatever. We got into the car on time. Spent the next forty five minutes IN THE GARAGE. Because, in no particular order, “my Leapster is dead, I can’t hear my movie, there is a song I don’t like on my ipod, did you pack the kids toothbrushes, where are the headphones that were all accounted for yesterday? I gotta pee.”
BEFORE we started the car.
An hour and fifteen minutes later we were one mile closer to our 120 mile destination.
We needed a happiness break.
March 8th, 2010 at 12:12 am
The blog looks beautiful. I am frothing at the mouth with jealousy. Sorry to be so behind in my annie reading. I’m giving you a bloggy award on Monday morning, so go check it out at my book blog. Love love love.
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