|11th Birthday trip in NYC|
One thing I know about myself is that I have a horrible temper and I mean horrible. However, as an adult I have learned how to control it. It's an Irish thing. I know this. I also know I cannot drink whiskey or gin because I want to start fights. But, I digress.
As a hormonal pre-teen my sister used to call me "the dragon lady". She still might call me the dragon lady but she knows better than to call me the dragon lady to my face. (I love you seester). When I got mad, I did not just get mad. Oh no. I got full on RAGING mad. I can remember just seeing red and not fully being able to remember what happened. So when Adria was born I thought: Red Head, Irish, Scorpio....man I am SCREWED. And boy was I right!!!!!!
|This is when she is happy. We like happy|
Normally, I wouldn't mind this said guessing game. But, I'm in the hallway about to crap myself and I yelled at her. It wasn't very nice I'll admit. But man, the poop ghost was haunting me.
She gets the other roll, comes back upstairs and......
THROWS THE TOILET PAPER IN MY FACE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! And proceeds to scream "There's your STUPID TOILET PAPER!".
OHMYGUHHHH YOU GUYS. I almost went full ON Madea on her. Full on Madea with GRITS. Through gritted teeth I told her to pick.it.up.and.hand.it.to.me.and.get.in.her.room. And that is when I saw it. The rage face. I don't know if I can accurately describe it. But it involves bared teeth, a red face, and imaginary steam coming out of the ears. Something like this:
|Rage Face by voice of truth|
After I calmed down, I went into her room and we talked and I told her that I understood. I understood the want to rip my face off. And I understood the rage, but that it was not okay to throw things at me. We hugged and she got my half of the picture she ripped in half out of the trash and hung it back up next to the half with her dad on it. Yeah, that's right.