Usually on Thursday I join Emily's amazing community at imperfect prose. I still intend to go read and comment there if/when I have a little more free time today.
But today I have no poem, no prose, no art.
I have stress. And I am doing my best to not let it get the better of me. Last night I laughed about some of it - me temporarily losing my cell phone (turns out the Hubs accidentally grabbed it by mistake), breaking my car key, Bubby peeing all over me during a diaper change.
But some of it is not laughable.
Dealing for now two months with a mistake on a medical bill and it STILL not being cleared up. Dealing with the people trying to collect payment on part of that bill which I do not owe.
Dealing with different drama on a more personal level. And deception. And selfishness. And being called rude for just trying to get to the bottom of things and pointing out the truth.
I honestly don't need the stress people.
And really the drama could have been avoided if people just were truthful instead of underhanded. I am a lot of things, but one thing I am not is underhanded and sneaky.
Confrontational? Yes. Mouthy? At times. Passionate? Uh-huh. But dishonest? Not usually an adjective that describes me.
So you see, I have no poem today. I am trying to keep everything under control, but it isn't easy.
Thank goodness for a husband who gets me ice cream and a toddler who right now pulled up to me with a kissy noise. These are some of the things that keep me going when I just want to throw my hands up in the air and say, "Forget it!"
And this is not the hormones talking. It is the raw, honest truth.