August 21, 2010

  • What Do You Think Of A Grown Man That Throws A Tantrum?


    It really pisses me off that the Beast doesn't seem to have learned a damn thing between his strokes (which his temper helped assist along) and the Anger Management Classes that the Beast had to attend way back when....!  He has the type of tantrums that he throws things around and does other inappropriate shit like throwing stuff on the floor that makes a mess.  Today it was old buttermilk, which I don't use and he does so I leave it up to him.  I'm never sure when he buys it is the main thing.  And the stuff he tossed around today was still good if you go by the date.  He happened to buy a new quart so there wasn't room in our packed fridge for both.

    His anger wasn't even about that.  It was about something entirely different.  I think they call it *misdirected anger* when he does this kind of stuff.  Then he starts taking it out on me (verbally...trust me, I can take him!).  What pisses him off even more is that I don't react to it all.  What it reminds me of is his father and HIS tantrums.  That kind of behavior is so ingrained in him because his personality is so similar that I don't believe it could ever have been corrected.

    Which makes me wonder why I didn't trust my own instincts all those years ago when I was young.  As much as I was attracted to the good side of him (and he does have one), I remember my reaction the first time I saw one of his tantrums.  Right then and there, something told me to stay far away from him because his reaction was so violent and inappropriate.  It all had to do with his oil cap being missing.  He actually took a tire iron and started beating the engine of the car.  I was totally freaked out over that.  But, I didn't listen to myself and I could have spared myself and my children so much agony.  Of course, I believe I STILL would have had my children, regardless.  They just would have had a different father.  Perhaps they might even have been happier.  Hell, I'm SURE they would have been.  Oh well.  Too soon old, too late smart.  *Sigh*

    The Beast's gun kit came today so he started working on it shortly before I went to pick up Chewlee from school.  Chewlee was so happy to see me, I was surprised.  She chewed me out for making her mother pick her up.    I told her that even Gramma's get vacations once in a while.

    I made her the usual *noodles*, which she chose.  I had told her that I was going to be making BLT's for dinner and she told me I HAD to let her know when I was done because she wanted some bacon, too.  Like I would hide it from her or tell her NO!    Grandma's are for spoiling their grandkids.  We don't often say no to any treat they want.

    The Beast keeps coming into my puter room to show me his progress on his gun.  He finally got the stock sanded nice and smooth and just finished staining it.  I love the way it looks.  The grain of the wood looks wonderful.  I'll have to take a picture of it to share with you all when he finishes it.  So far, so good.

    Tomorrow promises to be ugly.  Hot and a 50% chance of rain and thunderstorms.  Heat index anywhere from 96 to 103.  Yuk!  Can you imagine that with RAIN?    I sure hope you have a better weekend than it looks like ours is going to be.  Make sure you have a few laughs.  Visit with friends.  Do something you enjoy.