I have found that my anger is like a boiling volcano, which basically means I cook the fire of fury first. I boil my barbs, I invoke my insults. Yes. No volcano worth it’s lava spews anything molten out without cooking, boiling, melting it first, and I, and my lava are no different. Whilst the day started out musically and lava free, my family in their usual lava lighting way, threw lit matches (sometimes burning trees) into a an otherwise dormant volcano. These were some of my lava lighting moments:
- Distribution of assets – my children take my stuff. Now because I have a memory of a sift, I like my things to stay in the same place. And I like to keep them. Like notebooks, like stationery, like clothing, I dunno, my things. Sometimes they are brazen and wear / use my stuff in front of me. My eyebrows shoot up, my lava boils, and they know it. My eldest daughter however is in the “smeh” phase – she doesn’t care how I react and may even kiss / smile at me. This disarms me, but that right there is lava boiling stuff;
- The Headphone Monster – in line with the distribution of assets is use of Mom’s headphones. By everyone. And what’s cute is that sometimes someone will be using my headphones and look at me as if I am the one being inconvenient for requesting time to I don’t know, like use my own headphones. Even cuter is that we break Mom’s headphones too. Break as in one side only works, which Mom finds out at inopportune times. Like when she so wants to shut out the world and write, cook, in transit, trying to ignore Uber Drivers etc, and I can still hear reality. BOIL;
- Husband inspection of pots – my husband (who is a Johnny come lately in the kitchen) will inspect my pots. You’re burning this, that’s too salty or watch that or take that out the oven. I cannot in mere words express the bolt that goes straight into the core of my volcano. A bolt that ignites swells and like rough seas lava oceans in me. And if I don’t spew lava at that point, I will plan my attack and ensure that a significant number of barb bolts are directed his way.
So I felt like I boiled today. Spewed a little today. But as much as my volcano erupted, my anger is transient. It passes. And afterwards I’m likely to do something to make it up to everybody. Like make homemade sausage rolls for lunch for tomorrow so everyone has a lovely, crisp, lovely filling sausage roll. I might even bake them in the morning so they’re warm. But because I plan my boil, I did add a little too much nutmeg. They’ll only find that out when they bite into (angelic music playing) the sausage roll they waited for, that they’re hungry for. And I will have my revenge. Be part of those who support us as opposed to those who don’t. I am 4 M’s Bipolar Mom.