Yesterday I had stripped the bed, washed everything that had to go back on it, blanket, quilt, etc. I was happy, in a great mood and looking forward to going to bed in a newly made one.
Zoom to last night, I go in for something, not ready to go to bed just yet and what do I notice, one of two out of four of the cats had thrown up on the bed. 'mad'
The reason I said one of two is because the only cats that sleep on our bed during the day are Oreo and Patches, so I knew it had to be one of them. Okay, it wasn't that bad, so I cleaned it up and went back into the living room.
Zoom to bedtime; I go to brush my teeth and to generally get ready for bed. I glance at the bed and disaster, they did it again only this time worse! I couldn't just clean it off, I would have to change the quilt.
I lost it, meaning I had a freakin' fit! Let the tantrum begin! I was cussing and screaming. I was raising hell! I had just finished getting it all nice several hours before and now I had to put on a new quilt.
I went to the dryer where the previous quilt was and it wasn't totally dry; another angry tantrum. Dave came over and tried to hold me the whole time telling me to calm down, not what I wanted to hear! I pushed pass him, went back into the bedroom and screamed, "How come everyone else can get mad, but I can't?!" He actually told me to take it outside. The audacity!
Oh yeah, in the process of my fit, I also told David that he had better turn in his phone, which he is supposed to do at 10:00 each night otherwise he would stay on it all night, or I would break the damn thing. Dave told him that he'd better do as I said, smart man.
Anyway, I had another quilt that I was able to put on the bed and did later apologize to Dave, but damn, I felt good after. I had been frustrated for awhile and just needed to let off steam and explode. It was a long time coming. I mean, it's not like I threw and broke anything, not that I didn't want to.
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