Frustration

My frustration seems to be mounting and my patience wearing thin. I had several issues this morning which I probably could've handled a bit better. Par for the course, I'm an sick. I think it's just allergies, but this always happens around my birthday. My throat is in a constant status of irritation. Whether an itch or sore, it's constantly annoying me. This does not put me in a good mood for patience. Ridley and I drove Ricky into work today. We left about 6:30 a.m. Ricky was impatient himself. Work had called him a dozen times and he was feeling pressure from all sides. Because both me and the boy weren't feeling well and we had time to spare, I mentioned getting a hot chocolate to the boy. He liked the idea. I perused my mind for the best options which would also be the most efficient. I considered Quiktrip, which would be the least expensive but the most time consuming potentially considering the traffic. I settled on Starbucks at Frys. I had attempted to go there twice last week, but they were out of decaf (if I have caffeine my body literally freaks out), but had assured me that they're next delivery as in two days. I got Rids out of the car, we walked to the locked door, went to another locked door, then finally found an open one. The ladies were unloading their wares and I asked if they were open. They assured me they were and asked what I wanted. I asked for a hot chocolate, not too hot for my boy, then asked for their Toasted Graham Latte Decaf...to which she replied they had neither Toast Graham Lattes or Decaf. I was pissed. Upon reflection, I probably should not have been. But I just wasted my time because they couldn't manage a coffee shop IN A GROCERY STORE. Anyway, I cancelled ALL of my order and took Rids to Quiktrip. Were apparently they were out of whipped cream and the machine went out before the hot chocolate, but we were able to dispense our own, so no big deal. I dropped Rids off at school and apparently spending QT (quality time) with my kid is detrimental to both of our sanities, because he literally clung to me at school. Would not let me out the door. The male teachers just stared in boredom while I drug my 4 year old across the floor reiterating mommy would be back soon. Finally he stayed in place and screamed and cried because I was leaving. I literally wanted to drop on the floor right then and there and cry with him. But I mustered my mommy strength and left while feeling massively defeated. I still had a whole day to do. I had to get ready for vacation tomorrow (I told him we were going to Disneyland tomorrow...together...why wasn't that enough for a guilt-free separation today?) I had to deal with my allergies (in my rush I forgot my medication). I had to figure out why I was so emotional and why I mistrusted my roommate. Too much. Too much. I almost got run over (again) on my way back to the car. See? This is why I'm such a bitch. I should see the good in today right? My child loves me. I get to go to Disneyland tomorrow. I have some money to vacation. I DIDN'T get run over. Right? PMA!!! Ugh, go fuck yourself.