Wednesday, September 17, 2003
When Mama Ain’t Happy, Ain’t Nobody Happy
Today was Duncan's first Tae Kwan Do lesson at Lee's US Academy of Tae Kwon Do. He was kind of nervous and asked me if I thought the kids would like him.
Tae Kwon Do is taking the place of dance for Duncan. He says he just wants to take a break from dance for a year but I don't expect he'll go back. It was a little hard on Mike's mom because she had hopes that he would be one of the kids who gets to be in Ballet Oklahoma's production of the Nutcracker. He really didn't want to do that but he hated to disappoint his Nana Gayle. Even with the promise that he wouldn't have to be in the Nutcracker he still didn't want to do dance.
So Mike and Duncan began the search for a martial arts school. They visited a few and Duncan got a good feel for Lee's so they joined. And when I say "they" I mean both of them. This ended up being quite a surprise to me because Mike hadn't discussed it with me and when they came back from signing up I was mightily pissed.
It really wasn't the added cost ($130 a month for two people) but the idea that I was going to be left alone in the evenings with Calvin for about an hour and a half approximately three times a week. This may not seem a big deal to you if you're employed outside the home and get to see your children only in the evenings. But, let me tell ya, for those of us who stay at home with small children it is a big deal. Most days I am plenty ready for someone else to watch Cal for a while once the evening rolls around. Some days I really need it.
So my irrational, emotional, throwing a temper tantrum side reared its ugly head and I got really mad. I mean flinging things mad (not *at* people).
Now to cut Mike some slack he really thought he discussed it with me. He wasn't trying to sneak anything by me or pull a fast one. They didn't give Mike the nickname "the absent-minded professor" when he was a kid for nothin'. But my recollection of any discussion was limited to Mike mentioning that the single person price was $80 a month and the two-person price was $130. He forgot to add "oh, and I'd like to be person two."
Anyway, as Mike can attest, I can be a horrible bitch when I'm mad which ends up making everyone around me miserable. Mike likes a happy home and even though I foolishly told him not to withdraw from the class (because I didn't want to be the bad guy in Duncan's eyes), he did it anyway. So now Duncan is paid up for three months worth of classes.
It ended up being okay with Duncan because he's such an easy-going kid. He was probably relieved I wasn't being snippy with his dad any more. But as I told Mike before he withdrew from the class, I probably would have gotten over it. I just needed to be pissed for a while and then I'd deal with it and move on. Catty comments would only be made occasionally.
A lot of hoopla over something kinda small, I know. It probably didn't help matters that my PMS reared its ugly head this week and is making me mildly depressed. Then I got mad and it got a little worse for a day. I have a tendency toward depression anyway but I try not to let it get the best of me often. It's such a waste of my energy. At least it only happens occasionally and I can usually talk myself out of it after about a day.
So things are happier at the Hodge Lodge because I'm happier. That's what comes of being the high-maintenance one in the family.
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