The last 12 hours in the life of Jennifer
Warning-small rant, which requires no comments, I just need to "do" something with these feelings/thoughts/actions.
I was so very happy yesterday. I love Halloween, DH was arriving early to help bake and carve pumpkins, all was well on TD, everyone happy and costumed. 
1) The children (whom I do love) arrive home. Honour roll and gifted son #1 brings me his grades.
A B+ in honours Algebra! Brief background, his IQ is freakish (a term I can only uses here) and his math scores for the state, gifted people (again, I am half brain dead, you will see why later), and national testing were literally off the freaking charts. He has the audacity to remind me it is a "respectable grade". Now, IF the child EVER studied, I would be happy for him, knowing he worked very hard and earned a good grade. However, he is in 8th grade and has NEVER done homework. He finishes it at school. This grade will be on his HS transcript, he knows that. Numerous deep cleansing breaths later I sit down and discuss how maybe he should take a different approach, blah, blah, blah. Then I get the teen attitude.
So, I stupidly decide some bonding time with my child is in order and decide to go running with him. Never thinking he will work off his frustration. When thinking of this bonding time, I totally left out of the thought process that he easily logs in over 100 miles a month.
2) My bonding run with DS #1. I almost died. What makes a grown woman (moi) think for a second I can keep pace with a ticked off, conditioned cross country runner? Hey CWR-if you are reading this, I more than ran for both of us! The 2 mile loop I usually do when pressed for time, takes me about 30 minutes with my warm up and cool down. Not yesterday! I went 3 miles in the same time, NOT including my long warm up and cool down.
On the upside I was no longer angry with DS, just myself and my calves hate me.
3) Happy Part-the twins carved pumpkins with Dad.
I will see about posting pictures. Then the adorable little kids started trick or treating. Very cute.
4) I hobbled over to my neighbours who kept offering me wine, then was insulted because I declined, even when I explained about my medications and reminding them I do not drink.
5) I started feeling poorly around 9ish, came home from the neighbours-we had a neighbourhood bonfire of sorts, took a hot shower and really did not feel well. Ended up in hospital on Halloween (the hospital staffed dressed up
). I had another TIA, whooped to freakin do da. So, I came home in a total funk.
6) My funk made DH think I was mad at him. I assured him it was not him, but me. Nothing doing he is convinced I am mad at him. SIGH
7) This morning. I ate 1/5 of the Pumpkin Spice Cake (hush-I had bread, fruit, and dairy and that is the version I am sticking with
), coffee and I am still in a funk. DH began skulking about thinking it is him. I used the "it's not you, it is me" line, to no avail.
He left mad because I was not honest with him about what he "supposedly" did to make me mad/sad.
Duh-he did nothing, I am just in a mood. Angry teen, clueless neighbours, and a TIA all in one evening can do that to some people.
8) We will not even discuss the sugar crash I had this morning after everyone left.
WHEW-I feel better.
If you were brave enough to read this far, thank you. I needed to vent. Now I feel so much better.
I will look at he previous posts to see pictures and hear how each of you celebrated after I shower.
Again, for those who read this far, Thank You!
Jennifer
“Live as if you were to die tomorrow. Learn as if you were to live forever.”
-Mahatma Gandhi
"We are what we repeatedly do. Excellence, therefore, is not an act but a habit."
-Aristotle