I Heart Rants

I hate it when I can't figure out why I am irritated. A menagerie of thoughts go through my head: is it what I ate? Is it because I am a woman? Am I getting my period? Is it because I care too much about people? Or is it because my legs were intertwined with a dog when I was sleeping?

Today's blame: lack of protein. Call me crazy, but I believe in fate. And fate pointed me to the answer. My running bible told me that lack of protein causes mood swings. Fine, I need more protein. FINE.

So, Chandi was dealing with my lack of protein irritation. For some reason, she was bullshitting at the stairs. No, not shitting. Bull shitting. Meaning, she wouldn't go up the stairs without coaxing. And when I am irritated, I'm in no mood to coax. So I pulled her up flight #1. Flight #2 I got angry. And when I get angry, I become a South Indian dad with a bad body odor as frightful as his temper. So, yeah, poor Chandi. But, what about ME!?!? What about poor Chai!?!

I believe my South Indian father routine worked on her and she became obedient for a very temporary time (ahhh, reminds me of my youth). As a doggie mom, you can't stoop down to that level of irritation becoming anger; it only worsens the situation and you loose respect. Yes, this sounds like your teenage-dom. No irritation from now on. More protein.