I have a confession to make…….
The person that I used to be, well, she was kind, easy-going, carefree, outgoing, spontaneous, and incredibly patient.
It’s unfortunate really, she doesn’t come around much anymore.
I probably ripped her a new one, now she’s off hiding in some hole licking her wounds.
I’m NOT joking!
And no, it’s not my particular state that’s to blame, pregnancy that is. I’ve been like this for quite some time now. I’m pretty sure it has something to do with Motherhood, or maybe being a stay-at-home Mom.
Don’t believe me?
A couple months ago, I cussed out the Schwans guy. I’m not proud of it, in fact, I’m incredibly ashamed of it.
His crime, knocking on my door during nap-time. Both kids were sleeping, Z, and Smiley, the sweet little baby boy I watch during the day. Everybody knows, you don’t show up at my house before at least calling and warning me first. That way I have plenty of time to put the dogs out, so they won’t bark and wake up my sleeping angels. And yes, they’re only Angles when they’re sleeping.
Poor Schwans guy! How was he supposed to know? It’s not like there was a sign on my gate that said, “Enter at your own RISK”, or “Angry hermit at large”.
Okay, so I didn’t exactly cuss him out, not like I did the Pizza guy that one time, but that’s a whole other story. He simply asked me how my day was going, and I said, “Well, it was good, I was just about to sit down and relax, maybe catch an episode of Bones, maybe even take a shower, that was up until you showed up and woke up my kids.”
He just stared at me, probably waiting for me to laugh. Instead, he said “Sorry”, handed me his little magazine, and walked away just as quickly as he could.
Now, I only fumed for about 10 minutes, then the guilt rolled in…..
What is wrong with me? He was only doing his job!
So what did I do?
I found the magazine, which I had previously filed in the trash can, and luckily there just happened to be a name and phone number on the front. So I called…..and got his voice mail…..
“Hi, this is Tasha. You don’t know me, but today you stopped by my house. I was the crabby stay-at-home Mom that basically blamed you for ruining her entire day. You know, the one with the crazy hair and the over-grown eyebrows. Anyways, I just wanted to say I was sorry for being such an “itch” with a capitol B. No excuses. I had no right, and I’m incredibly sorry…… Okay, well that’s it, I hope you have a nice day! Thank you for the magazine by the way, everything looks delicious…… Bye!”
Poor Schwans guy. At least I had the decency to apologize. The Pizza guy wasn’t so lucky, in fact, I’ll probably never be able to order pizza from them again.
His crime, asking me way too many questions, getting impatient waiting for my answers, and then telling me that I would have to pay extra for fresh tomatoes! What is this world coming to!
Today’s Lesson: Don’t cuss out the Schwans guy, he’s just doing his job, and you’ll feel terrible later. Further more, don’t cuss out the Pizza guy either, especially if you plan on ordering from them anytime in the future. I will have to move, change my phone number, and possibly my name before I’ll ever be able to order another stuffed crust pizza again!
Please, I beg you, learn from my mistakes! Always be kind to others, no matter what!