What I learned in therapy this week.

This past week was quite frustrating for me.

The weather is seriously pissing me off.

My kids keep getting sick.

I can’t get into a groove.

There are all these things I want to get done and when I can’t get to them I become kind of bitchy.

Okay.

Majorly bitchy.

Especially with the kids.

I talked to my therapist about this.

This frustration I’m feeling due to not getting enough stuff done each day leads to me getting angry.

I learned that this anger is really anxiety.

When I don’t meet the 17 self-imposed daily deadlines I have set for myself, I become anxious.

Which rears its ugly head in anger.

I have somehow decided that if I don’t check all the shit off my list for the day, the world will end.

I really have convinced myself of this.

My overall success will be affected if I do not write that post about mason jar salads. Immediately.

I can see how ridiculous that is now when I am writing it.

But in the moment, I can’t.

I freak out.

Sometimes a little.

Sometimes a lot.

I had a moment on Tuesday.

Apparently the Wii broke.

Again.

It had been “broken” for a few days.

After being asked for the eleventy skillionth (that’s for you Andrea) time if I could fix it, I finally went downstairs.

This Wii repair call was taking away from my posting-pictures-of-furniture-on-a-tag-sale-site time.

So the mercury was already rising on the anxiety thermometer.

After about 5 minutes, I realized it wasn’t the Wii; it was the game inside of it.

So I tried a different one.

Same thing.

I tried a third. And a fourth. And a fifth.

By the sixth game, I was fuming.

Number 4 had already gotten herself put into a time out. She had been ordered to sit on the couch down in the basement where I was attempting to fix the Wii, away from everyone else.

By the time I was done I had a pile of Wii games that worked, and pile of Wii games that didn’t work.

There were 10 discs in the might-as-well-use-these-as-coasters pile.

And there was one disc in the working pile.

I was livid.

Not only was I losing precious time, there was a pile of about $250 worth of useless Wii games on the floor next to me.

I looked at Number 4 who was repeatedly asking if she could get off the couch, and I yelled,

“NO! Look at these games! NONE OF THEM WORK! DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW MUCH MONEY THESE COST?”

And all she said was,

“No. Can I get off the couch now?”

“NO!” I screamed at her.

“YOU. GUYS. SUCK!!! GET OUT OF HERE!”

Number 4 happily jumped off the couch and skipped upstairs.

I was a psycho, and she was unphased.

Which pissed me off even more.

Not one of my better moments.

So at these times, when I can feel myself approaching code red, level 10 meltdown, or even better,

way before that,

I am supposed to envision a stop sign.

A big ass stop sign.

And remember that if I don’t post a photo by a certain time, the world will not end.

If I don’t write about mason jar salads by Monday morning, life will go on.

Yes, it’s annoying that the kids have ruined all the Wii games, but maybe instead of losing it, I can use this as a lesson for them to take care of their stuff.

I regret losing it on Tuesday.

I wish I had envisioned that stop sign.

But that’s okay.

I’m pretty sure I’ll have several more opportunities to practice this weekend.

 

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