Taco Catastrophe

So this has been one of those weeks that I could happily forget.  I don't know what it was exactly but the entire week I have been totally down in the dumps and in a completely horrible mood.  It all boiled over yesterday while I was making my lunch.

I was reheating some left over taco meat.  While that was in the microwave I was gathering the rest of the taco leftovers (guac, salsa, cheese, ect).  The microwave beeped and the delicious scent of tacos filled the air making my stomach growl.  As I pulled the container out of the microwave something happened.  While checking to see if it was warm enough, I bobbled it.  The before I knew it the container did a 360 in the air and the taco contents fell to the floor.  On its way down it managed to not only splatter the floor, but my pants, my socks, the dishwasher, and the cabinet.  I stood kind of dumbfounded for a minute looking at my lunch that was now all over the floor.  I was shocked and completely ticked off.  I won't lie, I was also on the verge of tears.  I held off the tears however, and let my anger take over.

I reached out to grab a paper towel.  One small sheet came off the roll. (You know the kind of paper towels that have small pieces instead of just one big piece).  This little piece was obviously not going to be enough so with more force, I grabbed the paper towel roll again.  One small piece tore off again.  This happened 3 more times only to infuriate me even more than I already was.  I yelled and started to clean up the taco slop that was now all over the floor.  My anger wasn't dissipating as I threw the mess into the garbage.  When I got that cleaned up I changed out of my taco splattered pants and socks. I pulled some shorts out of my closet, but the stupid closet door didn't close.  I slammed it.  The force of slamming my side of the closet shut forced the other side of it open.  So I slammed Mark's side of the closet shut, and my side opened.  Again, infuriating me beyond belief until I was slamming both doors with as  much fury and I could summon, also yelling at the same time.

I went back to the kitchen and looked at my plate with the taco shells and the gauc, slasa, cheese, ect.  My body surged with another bout of anger and I looked at this all and thought "What the heck am I gonna eat now?" I picked up the spoon and threw it into the sink litereally with all of my might.  Followed by the empty taco container.  I yelled some more.  I smashed the taco shells on my plate and decided to eat them with the guacamole and the salsa.  It was not very satisfying as the smell of tacos still hung in the air.  I settled infront of the computer where I had been watching a movie.  I was slightly more calm.   The chips and quac were not so filling.  The only quality lunch food that we had to eat were things that required time to cook.  I settled for pb&j.  That is the end of the Taco Catastrophe.

It normally takes a lot for me to get really angry.  It takes a lot for something to make me so mad that I want to scream and throw things.  I am usually pretty good at keeping my temper in check.  So why in the world did tacos make me oh so angry?

Well it really wasn't the tacos.  It was the whole week.  The whole week got off to a bad start and put me in a lowsy mood for the remainder of it.  Add that to the fact that for some reason this happened the be the week where my being confined got to me.  This was the week where my sitting at home doing nothing day in and day out made me lose my mind.  Looking back on the past year I can see that I go through phases with this.  I will go for awhile being okay and sitting in our tiny condo doing nothing won't phase me in the least bit.  Then I will have a week like this week where I feel like I am pulling my hair out.  I surely could have left home at least once of course.  But where would I go?  What would I do?  I wouldn't be able to spend money because as you know our car sunk our finances this month and we are barely hanging on till payday (which thankfully is tomorrow).  It was just one of those weeks, and I have been miserable.

Thankfully this craziness of this week is passing me by.  I was brought a step out of my funk by my brother in law Tim.  Well inadvertantly by my brother in law.  This afternoon Mark called me from work.  Tim had apparently called Mark this afternoon and was going on about how excited he was for us to move to Indiana and he wanted to know how soon we would be able to get out there.  Tim is excited to expand the company to Chicago area and excited for us to be there already.  This conversation made Mark very excited as well.  Mark hates where he is currently working and can't wait to be his own boss.  Mark will quit his current job and work with his brother here in Canada for a few months to train.  During this time we will sell our condo and live with his parents.  We'd only live with them for a couple months, 3 at the most before we make the transition to the US.  But it would certainly ease our current financial burden.  Anyway, the details aren't important.  The point is that Mark is telling me about his conversation with Tim with great enthusiasm. 

Which makes me realize, it really won't be long before I am out of Canada.  I can't wait to be out of Canada.  It is so hard for me to focus on that because while it is so close, it still seems so far away.  So today I remembered that it won't be long till I am out of Canada, and that is what brought me a step out of the Taco Catastrophe that has been this week.