Man, I am only gonna be on here a second I NEED yoga today. My job went fine, pretty excellent actually. I have ascertained how behind I actually AM so YAY I will be doing trainings out my ears. Etc. That's fine. I will catch up.
But, I loaned my husband the car and like he..... took it (and my house key) after me saying last night, "With X,Y. Z are you sure you even have time?" (I can be mildly precognitive I guess.)
Anyway my husband shows up late as I am walking down the embankment of work toward "home" thinking (after a bunch of phone calls and texts all unanswered) "is there even a place I can get to to VAPE where my work can't see me? Should I call an Uber? Do I have to call a locksmith once I get home to start burying the husband? And purchasing a new vehicle OMG.
So yeah, uh, that was an extremely unpleasant half hour. I was like, "OMG do I call my mom?" Then I was like, "Walk, you can walk along this highway with a nice grassy verge until you get to the gas station and deal with it all there.
Anyway my car shows up being driven rapidly by the husband who like, is like. "I forgot my phone on the way to go shopping. It took longer than I expected." I was not super impressed. In fact, I was like, "You are the biggest a

e of all time. Part of it was fatigue. Part of it was just plain old stress. I cried the whole way home. I was JUST miserable.
In the days of cellphones for everything you don't forget it. HELL I can count on the fingers of one hand when I have forgotten my cellphone and they are few and far between. I mean I get it, I'm not MAD exactly kinda more TRAUMATIZED. I do NOT want to lend that man my car because he IS like this he gets on his "I am out and about and everyone can pound sand." Kinda. I mean I had a KID I had to care for you think I was late for him? No, l was NOT. The last time I had the one car scene I was dropping the husband to work like, every day and i was late like zero times.. Maybe he was poorly brought up.
Course, me too I have abandonment issues one of my most vivid child hood memories was of being DROPPED off with the evil older brother and left alone with an English-- French dictionary (my brother took it and NO notice on one spoke English.)
Like the worst part was they took us to this NEW building and it was after school and I was like
"My mommy did not drop me off here, how will she FIND me?" We had these weird outside boots over our shoes and I kept going there and putting them on and getting ready to march in some direction where a parent could locate me and she kept grabbing me (this mean German Fraulein and saying "Nein "Stay here in German."
My mom found us cuz she KNEW about after care she PAID for it. I still don't know what my parents were doing besides priming us for years of therapy. God. I was so relieved to see her I was not even MAD I was just HAPPY she SHOWED UP.
Oh I have had other issues but this is the crap that gets me going.
K Yoga. I think my Drag 2 showed up for review. Cool. But,. yoga.
Anna
Tell me though I mean should I have been more stoic? probably. ;Gah