(would you like to know how much of this was left uneaten? The answer is, not one tiny bit!)
2.) Did you know what an awful temper I have? Aw.FUL. I have this whole righteous Valkyrie wrath thing that happens and then I MUST! SMITE! ALL THE WRONGDOERS! I wish I could say that this was rarely provoked, but no, happens all the time. Since I have to get along with people and not smite them, my only recourse is to be very, very quiet. This feels dishonest, but really, people don't appreciate a good smiting like you would think.
3.) You maybe guessed, from me telling you that, that my Great Fury was invoked today (it was, and yesterday too. TWO DAYS of fury, people) and I've spent the majority of my day trying to remain peaceable. It is exhausting to be wrathful, you know, and not good for the baby. When thoroughly venting just made my adrenaline go up more, I knew it was time to find my Zen Place. The first step was to burn some sage to cleanse away my negativity, and don't think for a minute that I don't know how much of a hippy that makes me sound like. I know, I just don't care. It smells good and maybe it really does cleanse away negativity, and anyway, stopping to smell it makes me take deep breaths which calms me down, so it works psychosomatically even if not, like, psychically.
4.) Then, since it was like seventy degrees outside today after a week of very chilly rainy weather, I decided it was the perfect day to spend digging around in the dirt and planting bulbs. It's totally the wrong time of year to plant bulbs, but they were fifty percent off at Home Depot (obviously because it is the wrong time of year to plant bulbs) and I never got around to it in the fall when the weather was still in the 90's every day. Now the weather is mostly fall-like, which is how I justified myself.
5.) I have no idea how the bulbs will turn out, but it was a pretty great Wrath Diffusing Activity, regardless.
6.) Then I sat on the deck swing and spent some time chillin' with these lovely ladies.
7.) Now they're watching Cinderella and then I'll put them to bed so I can clean until I find the last little bits of my peacefulness, because thank goodness, Joey found someone else to do the door at tonight's basketball game so I can stay home. And while insisting to myself all day that I am not an avenging angel in a righteous battle, just a pregnant mama who plays with her girls and plants daffodils and makes breakfast for troops of stray teenage boys, things seem to have been mostly resolved anyway. What I wouldn't give to be a diplomatic, calm woman. Someone who didn't need a whole day to regain her peace and perspective. Someone who was wise and mature and gracious by nature, not necessity. Or, since that apparently isn't possible, how about someone who chose a profession and life where cracking skulls together as needed was permissible, even encouraged.
Really, I should have just been a pirate. I've suspected as much all along.
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