sometimes i get the rabies real hard

i’m just gonna
phone it in
today
seems my rabies
is having itself
a
flare-up
& no one
especially not me
can do
anything
right.

it is difficult to tell if it is just my normal bad disposition or if it is a symptom of my impending crone-dom (don’t tell anyone, but this is my last year as a forty-something.)
but i get so fucking snarky sometimes.
so fucking snarky.
my poor kids know to hide & not draw fire…the dog puts herself in her crate…while i wreak havoc. go on a rampage. vent like a steaming hot tea kettle with little self-regulation…usually triggered by any signs that anyone expects domesticity out of me.
i am like the you in the song “dead sea” by the lumineers:
you told me you were good at running away
domestic life it never suited you like a suitcase

when i feel caged, i get especially vicious.
nothing like four kids and a house in bad need of cleaning to make one feel caged…or it’s menopause.
i really can’t tell the difference.
on an unrelated note (not really,) my current dowry is a six pack of flying dog’s raging bitch beer.



Advertisements

4 thoughts on “sometimes i get the rabies real hard

Add yours

  1. I don’t know much about being menopausal, but when my kids can’t clean a damn dish for a week… or take the trash out, or basically what they do ALL THE TIME… I go F’ing crazy. And once more… I love your art! 😉

    Liked by 1 person

  2. I feel you so hard about the feeling caged. I often feel caged by my middle-school job that I cannot afford to quit, and have wished that I could stay home with my kid and write. This post is a reminder to me that since my cage is mine, it would follow me wherever I was anyhow. I needed to read this today; thank you for writing it.

    Liked by 1 person

    1. some days my life is not a cage…other days it is. but you are right, i am creating the cage–it is all to do with my perception and coping skills at any given time. one comfort to me is that posts like this one are becoming fewer & further between ❤

      Like

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

Create a free website or blog at WordPress.com.

Up ↑

%d bloggers like this: