If you know me you might call me meek and mild-well maybe if you didn't know me you would call me that. Anyway I am only meek and mild when it comes to confrontation. I hate it. I loathe it. I despise it. It makes me queasy and causes my hands to quake with nervous tremors. But these past two weeks I hit a wall. I just miss my husband too much. I'm fragile. And so my wrath has been unleashed (a little like Annie on the 90210 finale...anyone?)
First I beeped my horn at a car because of a conflict in merging.
Then I upset my little Aspberger's friend by crumpling up this little "Dr. Paper" he makes everyday. (This really wasn't an outpouring of rage, I did it on accident) I could explain Dr. Paper... but actually I can't.
Then I gave attitude to a PTA member. And cried about it to the principal.
And I was thinking, you know who your biggest cheerleader is? The husband. And my husband is in the Middle East. I thought, if only Nick was here, he would understand.
Husband=protector, provider, best friend.
And you know what? He called! He called and supported me and encouraged me and reminded me why he was my soulmate. I feel incredibly blessed that the Lord sent me this encouragement today right exactly when I needed it. He is Good. And I love my husband and my God. And I think I'm going to exert some effort in not freaking out on people for the rest of the week. In all fairness, the PTA member did deserve for me to give her some 'tude.
Love, Kaley
PS And as a teacher (for four more days) I am going to cease beginning sentences with "and"
PPS
Happy Birthday Sara Watkins!!
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so I'm not leaving a comment about your post. but I do think you're pretty cool. and I think we should hang out sometime. the end.
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