What the truck?

I'm in a foul mood so watch out. This morning alone, and it didn't dawn on me till the third truck, I got stuck behind these obscenely slow trucks. Not just regular trucks. Rigs. Two rigs and a moving truck. Huge, slow, insanely loud trucks. By the time I got stuck behind the third one, it dawned on me that I was being tested. By the forces of evil. Or on the extreme other side of it, by God. Possibly being tested by my own impatience. How can my own level or lack thereof level of patience test me? I don't know. All I know is, prior to my realization of the fact that this was the third truck I was waiting on, sitting still in a street for a period of 3-4 minutes or so, I was fine, being patient, having a bad morning but a patient bad morning. As soon as (and the millisecond of it) I realized that this was the THIRD truck I was stuck behind while he finagled this way and that and hogged the road because he could and screw everyone else, I became livid. Poor guy. The honking ensued and I started with the hands waving in the air (and to this I'm sure he was thinking I was a maniac woman, and who really could blame him). Move Move Move!! I said. Get out of the way I'm tired of waiting on you people (when the you people phrase comes out, start ducking)!!

The forces of nature. What are they called? When you think everyone and everything is against you no matter what? Poor you? Pitiful you? Then than Anna Nalick song comes on, "Breathe" and a huge white/beige butterfly flutters by my windsheild and the tears come. They were just waiting you know. Waiting for their cue. Then I started thinking of my cat and how we might truly have to give her away. Is it the right thing to do? She has been part of our family for so long but we can't have her defacating and urinating on our carpets every night, we have the littlest all over the place and crawling and walking and playing and the carpets, we clean them up but really, it has gone through to the padding and I think she is sad the cat and I'm not sure what the right thing to do is and then I think of my friend Kelly who would never ever have given Liberty up and maybe the right thing to do is just keep Simba and not give her away and then I turn down a street called Liberty Street right when I'm having that line of thinking and I start to cry again because I'm sure it's a sign that we should keep the cat--right? Never mind the run on sentence but I have only an ounce of sanity helping keep me afloat right now.

The oldest is off to tennis and gotta get the cupcakes and get to work and theres so much to do at work, so much. Let me stop. If I was a tea kettle, I'd be screaming right now. Like a choo choo train flying down the tracks, I'd be screaming. You know what I'd be screaming? I'd be screaming, "What the truck?"

(big fat big dramatic fat sigh)

Jenn