Standing on top of the slide, physically underlining each syllable with a stomp of my foot, "It's my birthday and I can do whatever I want!" They had to hear it sometime, my parents. What did they mean, why did I push my sister off the top of the slide? I think I was 6.
Yesterday, on my 31st birthday, my dad gave me permission to bark at anyone I want. Miss Kitty said I could be a diva anytime I needed to be. My mom relinquished her throne and title, warning me that it's not easy being Queen. My husband rubbed my feet, and Monsoon saved me a pancake with sprinkles.
Now that I'm allowed to do whatever I want, it doesn't seem quite as necessary.
Sanity or Patience: choose one.
Do you ever have one of those moments where you think, "HA! I am sane!" Then you step in dog poo with your bare feet and remember it was your idea to get the puppy...?