I had a little tantrum yesterday. I don't know quite what led up to it, but the total-straws-minus-one were already piled on the camel's back, or rather MY back, when I switched on the television and it happened to be on a channel showing one of those motivational speakers working an audience, and she was saying, "In the last two generations, consumption of The Food Product Currently Playing the Role of Satan has increased by TEN THOUSAND TIMES!!!" and it showed her audience nodding and shaking their heads as if this were shocking, just shocking.
You'll be glad to know I didn't throw the remote across the room while yelling "That is because that's when The Current Incarnation of Satan was INVENTED!!! Why not go for broke and say it's an INFINITE increase, you ignorance-encouraging, fear-mongering, statistics-misusing BITCH???"
Er, no, actually I did.
The problem clearly goes beyond me reaching my lifetime limit for crowd manipulators. There is, I think, a need for me to find a way to handle 4:00-7:00 p.m. with less suffering. I do fine all day, but by Hour Eleven I am DONE and there are still three more hours to get through before the little kids go to bed.
A cocktail is pretty much exactly the ticket, and so I tried a daily 4:00 cocktail regimen, but I found it works better for me if it's, like, once or twice a week and not every day. So I'll put "alcohol" on the Friday and Saturday slots, and maybe we can find something else for the other days.
On the "There's NO problem EXERCISE can't solve!!!" theory, I tried a daily 4:00 short-fast-run regimen, but it made things way, way worse: I was sweaty and hot and irritable afterward, and it was infuriating how much planning and preparation went into such a short thing. It was like trying to take five kids to the grocery store for a single loaf of bread: not worth the trouble. Plus, we don't need MORE things to accomplish in that 3-hour crazy time of homework and baths and dinner and tidying and bedtime routines.
I tried upbeat music and I tried soothing music, but we don't need more noise around here either, and it was frustrating trying to hear and be heard over it, and it jangled me to be dealing with another source of distraction.
I tried a cup of coffee at around 2:30/3:00, but it made me irritable. I tried a nourishing little snack, and that helped a little but not sufficiently.
If you have a good strategy for The Hours of Suffering, do please share.
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