Homicidal rage.
I think my teenager is trying to kill me. Slow torture technique.
Truth be known I am _fairly_ sure it's not actually that she's worse than usual at the moment. Though like everyone here, she is tired and stressed. I think the problem is that I am tired and stressed too. My nerves are frayed, there is grief waiting to be dealt with, I'm not getting enough sleep despite all the extra pills and everytime the house shakes the spring winds another notch. Not that I'm terrified of another big shake particularly, I'm just SICK OF IT ALL. Enough already.
And on top of it all - there's this bloody MAN. Who infuriates and delights me. That I'm keeping at arms length because I'm terrified of even trying to pull him closer. Who despite my best efforts keeps sneaking in around the edges and warming my heart. And then not being there to keep it that way. Because I won't let him be, and because he's too stupid to notice how much I want him to be.
Oh YUCK, who wants to read any more of this tripe. Not even me.
So I went shopping and brought pretty things. Which I intend to have fun with. It was the most annoying shopping trip ever. Next time I go alone and buy myself something frivolous. And perhaps naughty. Or perhaps I'll go with a grown up. And buy even naughtier things because thats so much more fun as a team sport.
Truth be known I am _fairly_ sure it's not actually that she's worse than usual at the moment. Though like everyone here, she is tired and stressed. I think the problem is that I am tired and stressed too. My nerves are frayed, there is grief waiting to be dealt with, I'm not getting enough sleep despite all the extra pills and everytime the house shakes the spring winds another notch. Not that I'm terrified of another big shake particularly, I'm just SICK OF IT ALL. Enough already.
And on top of it all - there's this bloody MAN. Who infuriates and delights me. That I'm keeping at arms length because I'm terrified of even trying to pull him closer. Who despite my best efforts keeps sneaking in around the edges and warming my heart. And then not being there to keep it that way. Because I won't let him be, and because he's too stupid to notice how much I want him to be.
Oh YUCK, who wants to read any more of this tripe. Not even me.
So I went shopping and brought pretty things. Which I intend to have fun with. It was the most annoying shopping trip ever. Next time I go alone and buy myself something frivolous. And perhaps naughty. Or perhaps I'll go with a grown up. And buy even naughtier things because thats so much more fun as a team sport.