And so

January 7, 2010

I am wondering if this is normal.  I have moments, days even, where I just want to be left the fucking hell alone.  Don’t talk to me, don’t look at me, don’t disturb the little world in my head.  The problem is, I have a little toddler to take care of, and, at that age, they are horrible at reading moods.  Never mind the fact that you can’t leave a child that age alone for more than 30 seconds before they’ll find a way to burn the house down.  Seriously.   Add to that his mother, who seems equally inept at that particular skill, and there are days where I seriously consider running out and playing in traffic.  When she asks me whats wrong, and I reply, “I just want to be left alone,” she thinks its okay to keep asking me whats wrong as if I’m hiding some deep secret from her.  You’re fucking talking to me, that’s what the hell is wrong.  Its not that hard of a concept to understand.    Sigh.