Annoyed
For the past few months, it has been exhausting to keep up with my schedule. It feels like I’m being pulled in a zillion different directions. I’ve literally been spinning my wheels and getting absolutely nothing accomplished. The only time that I can find peace of mind is resting behind a paintbrush. Yes, it sounds crazy to find pleasure with painting the walls.
I found myself relaxing behind the lawn mower on Wednesday. Finding serenity with the sounds of the motor blasting out all the unwanted phone calls and other worries weighing on my mind. Everything has gotten on my nerves lately and I haven’t had any patience at all. I used to smoke a cigarette to take the edge off. Since I’ve quit the nasty habit, my life has been turned upside down with total chaos. I’ve found the solution of losing myself in home improvement tasks rather than killing myself with cancer sticks.
I find myself getting easily annoyed with my son. The numerous questions concerning who is better than so and so on a certain NFL team, why is such an such doing this or that, etc. asked by him seem to be driving me up the wall. Getting to the root of the problem is what I need to be doing. Rather than yelling at my son to stop asking me so many questions that I could care less about—I need to resolve some inner issues. Why do we take out our frustrations on the people that we care most for? Screaming, crying or pulling out my hair won’t stop me from being annoyed. I guess I’ll stick to the home improvement tasks. Eventually, my being annoyed will soon pass.