So Christmas is at our throats again...What is it about the end of a year that compels us to steer our lives into the chaos? Does anyone remember that holiday season; when everything was ok and nothing hurt? It may have been a few years ago. Had I known it was a one-shot deal, I would have taken more pictures.
I jest with you of course, I think it is mostly that this is such a busy time and a lot of decisions get made very quickly. Sometimes the universe consults you on these decisions, sometimes it does not. We all try to roll with the punches, but sometimes, I feel compelled to punch back.
For instance when my husband, who is a linehaul trucker, owns 2 trucks, which he leases on to another company, texts me to say that the guy who owns this company that he hauls for says he can't go home till the 22nd of December because it's a busy time of year, my whole field of vision is awash in red. I'm so angry that I am actively shaking. The desire to knock someone senseless is intense. My husband says, why don't you call the guy, maybe he'll listen to you. Which seems like a terrible choice on his part, because I'm sarcastic on a good day, when I'm angry, I'm a caustic little lollipop. And here's where I got stupid: I called the guy. I got my Southern out and explained to him that I needed my husband home for the holidays as there were several family events which required his attendance. I was sweet to the point of saccharine. You could tell this guy wasn't really sure what to say, probably the first time it had ever happened. Since he doesn't know me, he couldn't tell that 1500 miles was all that separated him from the beast.
And of course, my husband, the idiot, after the guy says "Ok, you can go home if it's that important", decides he'll probably stay out anyway. So that was my exercise in futility. So we'll see when he finally realizes it's time to get his sorry ass back home, if the flights are not all gone. Perhaps he could have a seat on the wing.
Sarcasm. Because beating the shit out of people is illegal.
