"my wife is a closet wrestling fiend"

On Mothers Day I decided that our wobbly, death trap dining room table was the root of all evil. I in turn tore it apart in a ladylike fashion (aka karate kick) and threw it in the trash. I felt better immediately, but my family then had to set the tablecloth to eat dinner on the floor. Hmm. Mama's still unhappy.

Three weeks later I found an awesome table that seats 10 on craigslist. It was large and sturdy, but not quite quirky enough to make me smile. My Jason commenced to doctoring up the new table with black paint, some sandpaper distress marks and polyurethane. I am now feeling the zen flowing through my heart at mealtime. We all sat together for Sunday brunch and practiced our neighbors. My cheeks literally hurt from beaming with pride at this sight.

So... this morning I was all smiles because I woke up before the alarm clock. I listened to the rainstorm outside, noticed how soft my sheets are and cuddled into my beefcake. The bedroom was a perfect temperature and serenity was my word... until I tried to dress for work. I couldn't do it. Nothing felt right. Nothing suited my mood. I was frozen. It took everything in me not to sit on the closet floor naked and cry.

My Jason hugged me, told me I was beautiful and exited stage left to take the monstars to daycare. I took a breath and pulled an outfit out the loser pile I had created. I then made a game plan to hit the thrift store at lunch.

I came home with 3 sweaters I can't wear tomorrow (they were on the summer sale for $2) and my outfit for tomorrow. My Jason sent me a text message with our evening plans: Family dinner at the table. Ice cream treats and after tucking in the kiddos... we just had drinks and cleaned out the closet together. There is now a garbage bag full of clothes that don't make me happy. My Jason makes me happy. My table makes me happy.

I'm sure tomorrow I will choose a new reason for a temper tantrum.