Breakdown

I had a complete mental breakdown over a pair of pants today.

Not the pants so much as my inability to get them on.

I couldn’t stand long enough to get them on.

My hand hurts to bad to pull them up.

My ass was too big to get them up over.

So I had a breakdown. I screamed. I yelled. I cried until I got a migraine. I scared my poor dog, and my brother.

Its almost funny looking back. Almost.

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One Response

  1. Somehow it’s easier to get mad at the pants than the RA. I’ve been there, although in my case lately it’s getting my babies dressed, or their diapers changed. I don’t get mad at the babies, I get mad at whoever made those darned snaps on the clothes.

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