Domestic Irritation

>> Sunday, May 13, 2007

One morning, I was seething as I walked into work. Sensing my frustration, a friend and coworker asked me what was wrong. I didn’t know what to say or where to start.

My girls refused to get dressed that morning, I hated my new haircut, we hadn’t packed the car the night before so we had to rush around collecting sippy cups, blankets, books, snacks, baby dolls, Elizabeth’s “sharing day” item, spare diapers for school, and spare clothes for the car. Elizabeth didn’t like my outfit (which matters to me for some bizarre reason), and Samantha threw up on the way to daycare.

I was completely flustered and couldn’t say all of this at once, so I blurted out, “My domestic irritation level is WAY high today!” I have no idea where it came from. I suppose that was my way of explaining how I felt, but sparing her the gory details.

This blog is about those gory details.

Now, when my friend senses frustration, she just asks me, “How’s your D.I. level today?” and I know what she means. Most mornings it’s “OK”. When things are going well, it’s “pretty low”. But sometimes my D.I. level is through the roof.

If you’re domesticated, then you have a D.I. level, too. It comes with the territory. So tell me, how’s your D.I. level today?
 

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