If you ask Dr Pop, I'm not a very good listener sometimes and I don't have the best memory of events. And he's right (some of the time). But there are other times and instances when I do listen and my memory is dead-on.
I wish I could control it better.
Yesterday was one of "those" days. I was in a "mood" and felt rotten. I got a speeding ticket. I had to go to the dentist. My house was a mess. It was "day 2" (which is something I'd never heard about until recently, but now that I think about it, makes perfect sense -- Day 2 is the second day of, well, you know, and is supposedly the worst of the month hormonally -- after careful reflection, day 2 affects me). Yesterday was especially harsh.
Dr Pop, bless his heart, realized that something was wrong, but I couldn't verbalize it. It did finally dawn on me what was wrong, but I still cannot verbalize it. I don't want to and I've let it go. It just took cleaning out and organizing some cabinets, washing dishes, and cleaning out the fridge to get it out of my system.
It's amazing what cleaning your home will do for your soul. It's therapeutic and it burns calories! And the end-result isn't bad, either. I just wish I had clicked and had been better company last night.