Army of Mom

So this is how liberty dies ... with thunderous applause.

2.26.2008

YES, I'M TYPING IN ALL CAPS

I JUST SENT MY HUSBAND PROBABLY ONE OF THE MOST PROFANE EMAILS I'VE EVER WRITTEN.

THAT'S HOW MAD I AM. NOT AT HIM, BUT AT EVERYTHING.

THE AUTOMATIC CAR LOCKS IN MY MINIVAN STOPPED WORKING. THIS IS A HASSLE. A FRIEND SUGGESTED A FUSE MAY BE OUT. SO, I THOUGHT I'D FIX IT.

BUT, WITH MY ADVANCED EDUCATION AND COLLEGE DEGREE, I CAN'T EFFING FIGURE OUT HOW TO GET THE EFFING FUSE BOX OPEN. IT HAS A LITTLE ARROW AND SAYS OPEN. BUT, FOR THE LIFE OF ME, I CAN'T FIGURE THE DAMN THING OUT. I'VE ALREADY BROKEN ONE PIECE OF MY CAR BECAUSE I COULDN'T SEE HOW TO OPEN THE FIRST FUSE BOX. SO, NOW I'M AFRAID OF BREAKING SOMETHING ELSE.

I JUST FEEL COMPLTELY USELESS. I HATE NOT BEING ABLE TO DO THINGS FOR MYSELF AND BEING DEPENDENT ON OTHERS TO TAKE CARE OF ME. IT GOES AGAINST EVERY OUNCE OF MY FIBER TO BE CARED FOR. HOW IN THE WHOLE DAMNED WORLD CAN I NOT FIGURE THIS OUT?

ARRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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