A slice of life (a.k.a. Chernobyl 2013)
Guys, things got ugly here the other night. And by “things”, I mean me. Both literally and figuratively. So much so that my husband sweetly (yet fairly accurately) named it Chernobyl 2013. I lost it. I went ballistic. Apes%@t. Bats%@t. Any kind of crazy s%@t, that was me. At once quietly raging, tears streaming down my mug. And then, ridiculously ear-splitting screaming that should have woken all of my children and the neighbours as well. Stomping. Diving into bed. Throwing blankets over my head. Sobbing. It was an off day for me in that I actually wore makeup, an extremely rare undertaking done mostly so that I could feel a little more grown up that day and maybe a little better overall - like I had my act together. Don’t judge the makeup requirement for feeling good and all that, okay? As I just said, I don’t do it often and it was just a thought. A thought that got a nice visit from a Ryu HADOOUUKEN! So, that makeup ended up all over my swollen, reddened, hot mess of a face. ...