I've been wondering a lot lately about whether anger is justified or if I'm just being a hateful bitch. I feel the hormones coursing through me, like PMS; I recognize the surge of energy. Yet, it seems that I'm simply more likely to speak my mind and not put up with other people's crap. Cleaning up after a 29 year old man...yeah, not happening today. Listening patiently to the 4 year old that cries over every. little. thing. Not so much. In fact, hell no, and unless you're hurt, I really don't care to hear you cry for the fourth time in 10 minutes. And my wonderful son, who tries so hard to make me happy? Used almost an entire bottle of cleaner on the bathroom floor, even after being shown how to put it in the sink and mix it with water. Just dumped it on the floor and smeared it around with toilet paper. GAH!
See? I can tell that I'm bitchy and irritable. But when is that justified? Should I put up with the husband that doesn't even clean up after himself? Should I let the youngest child cry over every thing that doesn't go like she wants it to? When do I put my foot down and when do *I* suck it up?
No idea, but these hormones either need to chill out or everyone in this house is gonna hate me. The problem is...I may be handling it wrong, but I feel completely justified in *why* I'm upset.
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