If it were physically possible, I would.
Nothing earth shattering happened this week, like it has to a couple of my other friends, but it was still more than I could emotionally deal with at once. Hence the face punching. For starters, Gabe is teething his two-year molars. He has been absolutely horrible. Nothing makes him happy. He throws tantrums and cries so easily and he can’t make up his mind what he wants to eat, drink, or play with. He’s been in time out more times this last week than he has in his entire 23-month life. While I know this is temporary, it doesn’t make my tolerance of it any greater. That just set the mood for the week.
On Wednesday, I decided to run some errands, one of which being finally turning in my defensive driving paperwork to the Rowlett municipal court. As I entered Rowlett city limits, I saw four different cop cars hovering in the area. I was going the speed limit, so I didn’t worry. Silly me. I got pulled over. The cop told me I was going 53 in a 40. When I said that was impossible, that I was going the speed limit, he called me a liar trying to get out of a ticket. I wouldn’t even look at him or speak to him after that. Yes, I see the irony of when I got my ticket. As soon as he left my car, I bawled like a big baby. I had to calm myself down in the courthouse parking lot so the clerk wouldn’t ask what was wrong. As I left the courthouse, I saw four other cars pulled over in different areas in Rowlett. They were probably all liars too. I am never driving through Rowlett again unless I have somewhere I need to go in Rowlett. Fucking Rowlett cops. Shawn wants me to file a complaint against the cop, but I’m not sure what good that will do. It’s all my word against his, and he has a damn radar.
That incident pretty much ruined my day. I couldn’t concentrate, and I cried very easily throughout the afternoon. Not my ideal day. I still wasn’t over it on Thursday, so when I had to put out various fires at my various jobs, it frustrated me far more than it should have. No matter how many times I told myself to take a deep breath and that it wasn’t that big of a deal, I couldn’t de-stress. I even ended up staying up until 3 a.m. last night because my brain wouldn’t de-stress.
Thank God this Friday went nicely. Liz and I had a relatively tantrum-free playdate today, and Shawn and I are going to take it easy tonight. Hopefully this weekend will be just as nice. I just need a few days to wipe it away. Then by the time I get around to paying off the ticket (as I can’t take defensive driving this time), maybe I won’t be so angry.
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