So my mom and I were driving this afternoon, right, and it was sprinkling. But just barely, so there really weren't that many raindrops on the windshield. But there were enough, and they were driving me crazy. Finally, I couldn't take it anymore. I reached over and turned the wipers on. "Sorry, Mom," I said. "It was just too much for me."
We've been working on a puzzle here at home. My sister has come to the conclusion that she can't work on it at the same time as me because I go about it in such an orderly fashion. My mother is trying to understand, but she just can't quite get it. And here she thought a puzzle is something we could all do together.
And then there're the little situations that I really have no control over that are driving me up the wazoo. Like my sister's mess in the bathroom and the fact that the wind keeps blowing dust on my car and making it dirty.
Life is so interesting. Especially when you live it like I do.
Always remember: wherever you go, there you are!
"I think I know how it is to be grown up; it's when you feel how someone feels that isn't you." -Frances Griffiths