I met a friend yesterday morning for brunch. We sat at
Flavor in Sandy Springs for almost three hours catching up on kids, my upcoming move, her upcoming birthday, summer camps ... and so much more.
After chatting for a while she asked me if I was a yeller. Do I yell at my kids, husband, etc? And truth be told I'm not. My mother yelled at me most of my life and I don't yell. I don't like the way it makes me feel or the way my children look at me in response. I have to be realllly mad and pushed to the very edge before I will yell at you. But before you think I am a saint I have plenty of other issues ... pinky swear!!
We discussed this issue for a while and then moved on to other subjects. I left her ran down to Phipps for a quick jaunt into Belks for some
shorts (I had called
Mint Julep and had no luck with the patterns I wanted) and then to
Lenox Cupcakes. On my way back north I stopped at the pharmacy to pick up a prescription.
I waited in line at the pick up window. I gave the tech my name and then waited for her to grab the bag and ring me up. She informed me that it wasn't ready even though I dropped it off yesterday am. Ummm ... wth?
Apparently the new insurance carrier did not have my correct birth date in the system and even though my name + a current prescription matched they would not fill the rx. Ummm ... I lost my s@#*!
I yelled at the tech, I yelled at the pharmacist and then I proceeded to ring up Lawyer and yell at him for not giving them the correct date of birth. Then I burst into tears and insisted they fill the rx without running the insurance. OMG ... I am sure I looked like a complete crack addict needing a fix.
Just as soon as I gave advice on not yelling I lost my mind and yelled loudly at a number of people who I have now called and apologized to and will receive a sweet treat next month when I go to retrieve said rx. Holy moly ... the level of embarrassment was over the top.
It seems if you take one mother of three + one father in law + two Jack Russell's + unlimited tidying + enormous stress with an upcoming move and subtract her daily anxiety meds and she will come UNGLUED!
Good to know ...
xo,
MPM