For a second there, I felt three years old again

07/01/09 · Filed in Daily Grind

I like to consider myself a grounded person. I try to never get too worked up over any situation and always try keep a cool head. Well today, my friends, I had myself a good old fashioned, toddler-like meltdown. And yes, I threw things and cried.

We live way out in the country, sharing a well with someone else. This means that our water pressure isn’t the greatest, and the outside hose gets the worse end of the deal. It has taken me 3 days so far to finish filling up our little 3 foot deep swimming pool. Yeah, it’s that bad.

When I looked out the window this morning, I noticed it was almost full, so I did a little dance and stuff. I got overly excited, and went out to turn off the water and put a chlorine tablet in the filter. I took off the top to put it in, and OH MY GOD, water began spewing everywhere! My first stupid move of the day was NOT putting the caps on the hoses to keep the water from getting into the filter. You can imagine how idiotic I felt, but there were more serious matters at hand. The water gushed out so quickly and with such force, that I couldn’t get the top to seal back on. ALL OF MY PRECIOUS WATER WAS PUDDLING UP ON THE GROUND. Combine that fact with how long it took to get that far in the first place, and you have a recipe for disaster. I felt the tears coming – not necessarily tears of sadness, though I was sad, but tears of utter anger and frustration. After several minutes of failing to fix things and the continuing torrents of water being wasted right before my eyes, I couldn’t take it anymore.

With clenched teeth, I snatched up the top, the filter, the seal, actually everything that wasn’t connected to something else, and HURLED it all as hard as I could across the yard. It slammed against the side of the house, but at that moment I really didn’t give a flying fuck. And so the tantrum began.

I stomped across the yard through at least an inch of water, went inside, and SLAMMED the door as hard as I could. I was still seeing red when Josh asked me what the hell was going on.

“The water…the filter…IT WON’T STOP COMING OUT. I HATE IT, I CAN’T FIX IT!” I wailed, trying to hold back tears. He quickly went outside to investigate, while I destroyed the closet looking for the hose plugs. Only after I found them did I start to feel better, because I knew that was the only way to get everything put back together.

We finally got it fixed, I calmed down, and then felt really silly for throwing such a fit. It didn’t lose as much water as I thought it did. Things probably would’ve gone a lot smoother had I not lost my cool. Oh well, I won’t deny that it made me feel a whole lot better to hear things crashing and feeling my wrath. THE WORLD WAS QUITE OBVIOUSLY ENDING.

A little while later, I had a Drumstick, and my outlook improved x5651578961. I guess another way in which I seemed toddler-like.

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