Have you ever seen a busted can of biscuits? You know like the ones where the biscuits are trying to stay in the can,but because of the pressure they are slowly seeping out?!?! Yep. That is my life right now. Well...really just this past week.
Let's recap:
Monday I nearly had a mental break down because my husbands schedule changed at work. I know that freedom and America doesn't revolve around me and junk, but heck can his schedule STOP be ever-changing. I literally had a diva fit and thrown a crying tantrum for 5 hours. Poor Adam. I am convinced that because I didn't throw many tantrums as a child that it is coming back to haunt me. No I didn't lay down and kick my feet, but don't you dare think that I did not ponder the idea of doings so.
Tuesday-Thursday I don't really remember. Except that lately, I have realized that I am started to really, I mean REALLY dislike some friends and family from home. After I have been away from them for so long and realized what kind of people they are, it really makes me wonder why I liked them to being with. Maybe it's just me growing up and having my own family, or maybe it is the separation. Who knows.
Friday- I hosted a parent involvement for my class and my kids showed their badonk-a-donks so bad that I was ready to blow a gasket. I mean I bought all the decorations, bought goody bag stuff and everything and how do they repay me?! My acting like fools. Needless to say, tomorrows circle time is not going to be rainbows and sunshine.
Saturday was relaxing.
Well then here comes Mr. Sunday. I go to start my truck and it starts acting dumb. Well after I let it run for a minute it seemed fine so off to the commissary I go then I am about to pass McDonalds and decide I want a sausage biscuit. WRONG. I knew I should have had a cereal bar, but I have't had a sausage biscuit in awhile and I had cash (I shouldn't make excuses, but oh well). In any case, as I pull into the parking lot and KADOOSH my truck cuts off. So what do I do...I sit there. I freaking sit there and start singing Amazing Grace at my truck. I prayed and told God I would not have McDonalds this morning if he just let my truck start and let me get home. Well that worked. (Thanks God for helping me cut calories. Appreciate it.) I got home. Played with the truck for a minute (even though I have no earthly clue what I was doing) then it was running fine. So off I went to the commissary which frankly is uber stupid of me because it pay day weekend. Luckily I got there early enough to where it wasn't that bad. However that is when all the "I hate Americans even though I live in America" people are there. Seriously, it is fight or flight usually. So I am shopping, wondering around aimlessly, minding my own business. While in the cheese aisle, I am behind this old man I am patiently waiting because I literally have NOTHING else to do with my day and he looks at me, I smile then he comes over to say something. In my head I am coaching myself, "Jessie don't be a redneck even if he is mean to you. Be nice. Be nice. Don't be a smart elec". Here is the conversation:
Man: "Yu know where de putta is?"
Me: "The pasta?!?!"
Man: "No de putta!"
Me: "What?!"
Man: He starts doing hand motions.
Me:Somehow I comprehend. "Oh de butter."
Man: "Yes. Yes."
He walked away after I pointed him to the butter. I was glad to help him and I was also glad he didn't have any stank remarks to make because honestly I don't know if coaching myself was helping.
So luckily I was somewhat able to hold my self together, like a busted can of biscuits. I only lost it for a little bit, and only a little bit of me "seeped out". (More like weeped out.)
So now I am sitting here procrastinating on doing laundry, and cleaning. Sitting here eating my candy gummy sweet tarts that Adam bought me the other day. I am pretty sure they are going to end up being my anniversary present. Oh well, I don't care if he forgets every anniversary, or if the military takes him away for all of them. All that matters to me was that he was there on the day we got married, and he was.
Blah. Blah. Blah.
Here's to hoping this coming week is not another busted can of biscuits. Cheers.
