Some sweet violent urge...

I love my mother to pieces. She is the most important person in my life and I don't know what I'd do without her.

BUT

Some days, she makes me was to scream and throw things.

Yesterday was one of those days.

Twice, we were having perfectly fine conversations. Then she decided she didn't want to talk about whatever we were talking about anymore without letting me finish was I was trying to say.

Any time I asked her to explain what she was telling me so I could understand it better, she said I was being "difficult" and "argumentative."

She yelled at me a couple of times with no provocation at all. She was just really moody yesterday.

In her defense, she's had a stressful week. The husband of a friend of hers passed away on Sunday. I know it's bringing back memories of when my step-dad died. It's hard for her.

I've been patient with her for the most part. But really, I'm only human. I can only take so much in a day.

She's better today though, which is good.


This afternoon, I am finally going to see The Dark Knight. I've been waiting for the crowds to die down some. I'm excited. =]