After sleeping for twelve hours Saturday night, and not getting up until noon on Sunday when Tina woke me up, I ended up falling back to sleep watching TV and slept for another four hours. Tina woke me up coming into our bedroom and 9:00, so I got up and made myself a sandwich and went back to bed. About 10:45 Tina was trying to sleep next to me, but knowing that she wanted our youngest daughter Bree to sleep with her because of the quick trip they had to the emergency room on Saturday due to Bree having an allergic reaction and not being able to breathe, I went downstairs and told Bree that she could sleep in my room and I would sleep in the recliner in the living room.
This prompted Bree to go on a loud, cussing tirade about how she was playing a game on my PlayStation 4 and had to stay up late to do laundry. I tried to remain calm but the louder that she got and the more she dropped the “f” bomb, the more angry I got. Fueled with emotions about my scan, anxiety about waiting until Tuesday to talk to my doctor, being very tired, and tired of hearing my 18 year old daughter curse like a drunken sailor, I lashed out. Ironically, I dropped the “f” bomb myself, when I told her to stop cursing and do what I had said to do.
Of course, this did not help me to go back to sleep. I was angry at her for the way she had talked to and acted toward me, angry at myself for not handling the situation better, and overall very frustrated. Because of this, I did not go back to sleep until after midnight, when I was able to calm myself down and my fatigue took over. Then, I was back up at 7:00 this morning to get ready to go to work.
I am going to try harder to have patience and deal with everyone better. Sometimes I get so wrapped up in my own thoughts and feelings, I forget to take other’s thoughts and feelings into account. When I get home from work tonight, I am going to apologize to Bree, and talk to her about what happened last night. With everything going on, the last thing that either of us needs is to be arguing over dumb stuff.