Last weekend I got super ticked/upset at work.
There's this guy I had a confrontation with last year. I was mad because I knew I was right about something and he was mad because he thought there was no way I could be right about anything. When he was forced to admit I was indeed correct, he was incredibly rude. Since then we usually just avoided each other and when that was impossible he just attempted to be as rude as humanly possible, which then forced me to be sickly sweet. I love the entire "kill 'em with kindness" concept. Well last weekend there was another situation where I knew I was right and he spoke to me like I was incapable of understanding something that complicated. He spoke to me with zero respect and I let him. Then I marched my happy butt into my boss' office and totally blew up. The situation has since been handled, but I was in a tizzy all night at work.
A few weeks ago my sister and I got into a fairly heated argument over the phone. Honestly, I think we were both wrong. For every similarity we have, we also have a difference and that's just the way it is. We ended up not speaking for a 6 days. That's a really, really long time for us. Regardless who's fault the original argument was, the not speaking was pure stubbornness on both of our parts. Being the big sister sucks sometimes. SUUUUCKS.
I went to my parents house on Monday night after work. My stepdad was out of town and my mom made lasagna and she wanted to send me home with some. High five for moms! It was about 9:20pm. On the way there I had to slam on my breaks 2 separate times because there were deer in the road. By the time I got to my parents' house I was ready to march inside and complain to my mom about the complete disrespect from deer. Then I pulled into their driveway and had to slam on my brakes again! At first I thought it was another deer, but nope. It was my parents' deer sized dog. Miss Pound Puppy had managed to get out of her pen (where she was in timeout) and was roaming around unsupervised. So after I almost ran her over, I took her inside and let's just say Miss Pound Puppy was in trouble before she was put into timeout and boy was she in trouble for letting herself out. Sigh, I remember those days. #IfMommaAintHappy #AintNobodyHappy
What I'm getting at is that a lot of things happen behind the scenes of this blog.
A lot of things happen behind the scenes of EVERYONE'S blog.
A lot of the good stuff gets shared and a lot of the bad stuff doesn't.
A lot of special moments get shared and a lot of random, every day moments don't.
I think maybe we all need to remember that.
Loads of love,
See you tomorrow.