Psycho Chic

So the other day, Sunday to be exact, was  LONG day.  All week I dreaded Sunday.  At work we had a new Summer floorset to start and I just knew that I would be totally zonked after the day was over.  Well, Sunday came and while it was long it was not as bad as I had feared.  I was just happy to be on the way home.  I was ready to pull in the driveway, park the car, go upstairs and get in bed, and just lay in some peace and silence.

Well, let me just tell you, I had not experienced "psycho" Kendall yet and I don't know that I was ready to meet her.  But she had a different plan.  (Just to let you all know I had been warned she may appear due to all the ranging hormones).

So as the story goes, I pull in my neighborhood daydreaming of my nice comfy bed and then as I approach my house I notice a car right in the MIDDLE of my driveway.  I mean who does that?  I became totally enraged and even thought about smashing into that car and teaching them a lesson. (Lesson being don't mess with a Pregnant lady's parking spot.)  But then I thought that would just cause more problems for myself.  So then I thought about parking right in the middle of my yard, but then thought "What would the neighbors think?"  So as the rage continued to build up I pull over to my pool house to park and try to call the house to get whoever to MOVE their CAR!

I called 5 times! 5 TIMES-And  NO answer.  So I had to yell at someone, so I proceeded to call my loving mother and yell my story of someone taking up the entire driveway and that I couldn't get in the garage and all I really wanted was go to bed because the day had been so long and that no one was answering their phone for me to tell them to move their car and that I was too tired to get out and walk from the pool house so I might as well just sleep in my car. Whoa!  And in mid screaming I began to sob and felt so hopeless like the world was crashing down on top of me.

Then the husband called me back and said "Sorry babe I didn't hear my phone ring, what's up?" to which I proceeded to say while sobbing and huffing and puffing "Please tell whoever parked their freaking car in the middle of my driveway to move!"

I think Jong was scared.  He had never heard me sound like this.  I mean,  I was scared to think I became so enraged over something so stupid.  My face was bringht red, streaked with tears and I was embarrassed with how upset I had gotten.

Needless to say the car got moved and I was able to park in my spot and go upstairs and lay in silence in my room.  Jong came to check on me a little bit later and I apologized for my psychoness; but warned him that she may appear again and to just bear with me for the next 6 months.

Luckily, it's been 3 days and there has been no reappearance-but you've all been warned.