Not my finest hour
Posted on October 31st, 2011
Today was such an effing Monday. You would think for someone who doesn’t have a conventional job that it wouldn’t matter what day of the week it was. But no. It started bad and stayed bad, and even now Pea is refusing to sleep.
When an already crappy day caps off with a migraine, in a play room full of medical types and dozens of kids hyped on sugar — well, what do you think? By the time I watched an MD, PhD (so said her badge) cough all over one of the food tables, I wanted to stand up and scream “I AM A PLAINTIFF’S LAWYER” just to see what would happen. (I am not so anti-doctor all the time, really truly. I think this is neurologist angst I’m working through.)
Self-control won out; I didn’t say anything. I gathered up her stuff and we left. We gave one of Pea’s teachers a lift home (he lives in our building). Just before we got there, there were assholes blocking the street with their luxury cars, waiting for parking spaces in the free gym lot to open up instead of paying for a meter. I rolled down my window and asked one of them to pull up a little; he said, “Why?” not very nicely. So I said (in front of Pea and her teacher), “Because you’re blocking the road, jackass.”
One of the side effects of the new thing I’m taking (the one to avoid the potentially fatal interaction) is irritability. Um…yeah. Maybe so. That was more than slightly out of character. I may think these things, but I
never rarely say them. Total etiquette fail.
I’m ready for Tuesday now, please.