"Not today!"
Yesterday was rough. The Gods of chaos had me in their sights all day, and just couldn't finish me off. I guess my work here isn't over yet. (Mental note: find out what my work is... and delay it.)
So I took my kids fishing. All went well at first. Then the dogs started acting up. Puppy ate my lunch when we left him in the car while I got the kids ready to fish. Then puppy ate the bait. Then kids mad at me for yelling at puppy. Then me mad at kids because they were fighting with each other, mostly over who was getting my help with the fishing. Son starts dropping attitude bombs because he's not catching anything and his sister has caught two fish. Finally, I give up. We pack up to leave, and all Hell breaks lose... but it's not us. People at the lake are fighting. Screaming, yelling, foul language, and threatening behavior between a couple in the parking lot. I try to wait it out. Kids take dogs for walk, while I clean up the giant mess the puppy left in the car... CRASH! and a lot more unsavory language. Turns out somebody tried to run somebody else over with their truck, and ended up in the lake... upside down. I go to help, and make sure everyone in the mess is ok. Police arrive, and I leave.
Kids and I decide to go get Hot chocolate and head home. I joke about not making it home if things keep going the way they are going. Apparently I pissed off at least one of the Fates. Half way home on the highway just after sunset, a drunk driver tries to take us out at 90 mph. Only my combat reflexes save us. I was forced off the road to avoid him.
Still alive though, and unspeakably happy that my kids are OK. Spent all day today relaxing and spoiling them. Just like the war... close calls always make me Manic. Still high on life tonight and unable to sleep.
So I took my kids fishing. All went well at first. Then the dogs started acting up. Puppy ate my lunch when we left him in the car while I got the kids ready to fish. Then puppy ate the bait. Then kids mad at me for yelling at puppy. Then me mad at kids because they were fighting with each other, mostly over who was getting my help with the fishing. Son starts dropping attitude bombs because he's not catching anything and his sister has caught two fish. Finally, I give up. We pack up to leave, and all Hell breaks lose... but it's not us. People at the lake are fighting. Screaming, yelling, foul language, and threatening behavior between a couple in the parking lot. I try to wait it out. Kids take dogs for walk, while I clean up the giant mess the puppy left in the car... CRASH! and a lot more unsavory language. Turns out somebody tried to run somebody else over with their truck, and ended up in the lake... upside down. I go to help, and make sure everyone in the mess is ok. Police arrive, and I leave.
Kids and I decide to go get Hot chocolate and head home. I joke about not making it home if things keep going the way they are going. Apparently I pissed off at least one of the Fates. Half way home on the highway just after sunset, a drunk driver tries to take us out at 90 mph. Only my combat reflexes save us. I was forced off the road to avoid him.
Still alive though, and unspeakably happy that my kids are OK. Spent all day today relaxing and spoiling them. Just like the war... close calls always make me Manic. Still high on life tonight and unable to sleep.