the eugene bean

So I had multiple people worried about me after yesterday's post. Seems I was a bit too angry.

For the record: This blog is a place for me to share my feelings and be honest with myself. I know other people read it, but it's really not for any of you. It's for me, and this writing every day or so is really helping me. I enjoy letting go. Sometimes that means showing anger.

My anger started Saturday night at 3 am when the smoke alarm began going off. It started slowly at first, just beeping enough to wake up the family but not suddenly enough or loud enough to scare the crap out of the kids. (I remember being awoken by our alarm as a child. So loud. So scary.) The alarm appears to be connected to a large system of smoke alarms and there was nothing we could do to turn it off. Over the next 20 or so minutes it picked up speed and volume until it was just beeping away and we were all awake and on the verge of tears. Then it stopped for long enough for our hearts to stop beating wildly and our heads to hit the pillow. Then it started again. That time it only beeped for a minute or two but it was well longer then that before I trusted that it was finished for good.

Anyway, that should explain a bit of my morning anger. Not that the issues I yelled about don't still make me mad, because they do and they will continue to. But, I'm no longer raving.

Actually, I stopped raving about 15 minutes later when Ty showed up with YUM pastries from a bakery down the street. Who can stay mad when there are donuts to be eaten?