There aren't many times where I just want to go punch out a window, but yesterday was one of those days. I didn't, however.
I'm not usually aware of the fact that I am trying to "have it all" in life, until little things start to undermine me. Like being home with a sick baby during the last week of summer class, with so much grading to do, and then realizing that the brand new fridge died some time in the recent past, and that $200+ of food will have to be thrown away.
And then realizing that I'm more pissed about having to make time to go to the store than about the actual loss of food. The culinary inconvenience is pretty crappy, too. Hello, dry toast.
I'm not complaining. So many people have it so much worse, obviously. But it's funny to see how the little things that help us keep it all together--coming home from a long day at work and having non-rotten food to cook for your family, for example--can also make everything go haywire.
Thankfully my BFF is taking me out to lunch today, and there's a poetry editors' meeting for BOR this afternoon, so there's something to look forward to other than warm Rolling Rock on the horizon.
Is it really only Tuesday?