Friday

Today as we were getting in the car to get off to school the tow truck for Nabal's truck comes to pick up the Nissan. I was so mad. Why, and why do I have to defend why I was mad? He doesn't mind inconveniencing everyone else. But last night he was fighting in the street because someone disturbed his sleep... ironic. I was mad because the kids were going to be late to school. Our boy says to me, "Why are you always grumpy? You're just always mad." At that point I just got out of the car and finished cutting the grass as the boy showed the man all the cars Nabal eventually wants towed and fixed. Another abuser in the wings... He can punch holes in the wall, have fits. Yet It's not ok for me to. The man hitched up the truck and left. He didn't need a check after all. I'm going to work, at least I picked something that consumes my entire mind.