I consider my self a pretty patient person most days. I am unsure if it is menopausal hormones or just getting older in general or a combination of both but lately my patience has been wearing thin with some people sometimes.
Yesterday was a true test of that to the tenth power. Kind of a Murphy's law day. I don't live alone besides my son are my mom, nephew and brother. So, the other day I purchased some pineapple juice to attempt to make crockpot Hawaiian chicken which I had planned to make last night. Now, since I know certain people in my household will eat the carpet off the floor if they could, I asked that nobody drink all of the pineapple juice. My son had a cup. That was fine. My brother had a half of a cup. Still cool. So, I said yes to myself thinking they are really listening for once. Boy, as I ever wrong. I happily get up the next morning after suffering through a night of the worse hot flashes yet and open the fridge to get my ingredients for my culinary masterpiece that I would be creating, which I had named crockpot magical Hawaiian chicken cause it was going to be that good, and to my horror the pineapple juice bottle had a teaspoon full of juice left in the bottom of the bottle.
After the smoke stopped coming out of my ears I asked who drank it. I knew what the answers would be. A roomful of "Not Me". But, I had s good idea of who did. So, dinner was pizza.
Pizza brings me to my next no patient moment. Our place is rather hard to find to a stranger. I had trouble finding it when I was going to look at it before we moved. So, I have gotten used to cell phone calls of panic from pizza delivery people and delivery people in general. Once I had to flag down the new mailman. Running after him like I as running after the ice cream truck when I was little. So, it was no surprise when this puzxa delivery guy called cause he couldn't find the place. I tell him he's right next door, turn around look to the right, and there are stairs go up and that's us. OK, understandable right? Well, not so much. I hear the neighbor next door saying he didn't order pizza. I then go and stand on the porch and try to flag him down waving my arms and speaking loudly. Guess he didn't see me and believe me I am pretty hard to miss and my son, who as out there too, is pretty hard not to hear. But, apparently, he did cause ten seconds or so later he calls again. I rushed back inside to grab the phone tell him to look up cause I am now walking down the stairs. He looks to the side of him. I shake my head and continue walking down the steps until he sees me. Then he asks me if I ordered pizza. I wanted to say no bleep, bleep ,bleep. But, I didn't. I just said yes and handed him the money.
I won't mention the bad words I yelled at the laptop when I turned it on and it started smoking. And how I wasn't feeling the attitude the computer company warranty people were giving me over the phone. I admit I did give them attitude back and asked for a supervisor which helped a tiny bit.
By the time the day was over for me I felt like I had a day unlike any other day and don't care to to have a rerun of yesterday. Then it happened. A hot flash of all hot flashes kicked it. Yeo, it was bed time and with my glass of ice water I headed that way.
It's a new day now and I am ready!!!
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