I’ve needed a nerve pill all day
but never succumbed to the temptation.
Probably a whole bunch of people wish I would have.
I’ve been weepy or mad.
Labile as shit.
I talked to my kids but they were having fun
and could have cared less.
That hurt my feelings
but they are coming home tomorrow.
Then Stanley pissed me off. I don’t like him either.
Just get the kids back in one piece and
get back on your barstool.
Al is clearly worn out with my dramatics
but I’m worn out with myself.
Seriously, I have worn myself out;
not to mention people that have to deal
with me in real life plus all of my readers.
Al, my lovah, sweet man of mine, called me “Ophelia” today.
I was tearful yet again, missing kids, unraveled as hell,
and I said, “If something happens to my kids I’m going to kill myself.”
He said, “Okay, Ophelia.”
Wait. Did you just call me Ophelia?
I thought about showing him another SHIT SHOW
but decided he was pretty much on the money
and so glared at him instead
and then broke the tiniest smile
because that was actually pretty funny.
He missed it of course because he was on the phone
and 915 miles away.
But yes, I will accept the Drama Queen of 2013
Award since my kids left.
Tomorrow evening at 7:30 CDT I will
be accepting the HAPPY MOMMY award.
Of course they are flying Delta Skelter so…
Thanks for bearing with me friends.