The (not so) Grown Up Tantrum ....

It's a beautiful day here in Somerset.  I sat in the garden drinking my early morning cup of tea contemplating the latest latest offering from The Lounge.

The Lounge is a brand new linky and it's being hosted this week by Robomum.

The subject this week is Grownup Tantrums!

Do you suffer from them?  Ever thrown a complete hissy fit in public?  Ever snatched the toys out of your toddlers pram and thrown them on the floor (metaphorically speaking of course ;-).

Nup, me either!

It's been well documented that I don't ever in any way, shape or form suffer in the slightest from PSM, hissy fits or tantrums.  Don't believe me?  Well read this post and tell me I'm wrong!

If you needed further proof then let me tell you about yesterday.

Yesterday I was COMPLETELY justified in being slightly irritated when Surfer Dude talked over me.

There was nothing irrational or over the top in my reaction.

Storming out of the room, stamping my feet and slamming the door was a perfectly reasonable response to such outrageously arrogant pig ignorance!!!

Following me out into the garden as I stabbed clothes onto the line with pegs muttering obscenities and offering to help was one of SD's more stupid ideas.

Throwing an armful of clothes onto the decking and, for good measure, ripping the ones I'd already hung on the line off and stamping on them was not, in my humble opinion an over reaction on my part at all!

Sufer Dude then f*cking off (when all I'd actually told him to do was f*ck off) was totally unreasonable and I'm still slightly bemused as to why he left ...

I decided to vent my spleen on my bedroom.

After a pleasant hour of throwing everything out of my wardrobe and drawers and rendering my bedroom into something that resembled a low class jumble sale after  a hoard of rampaging Nanas had stampeded through I sat down and cried for a bit - it was most restorative!

I then spent several hours muttering and swearing at the mess and blowing my nose on anything Ex Lax had ever bought me sorted things into several piles.

Things I hadn't worn for at least 12 months.

Things I've never worn.

Things I should never have worn.

Things I didn't even know I owned and I hope to god I didn't pay good money for.

Things I wouldn't ever wear even if you paid me good money.

Which basically left me in the clothes I was standing in which I pretty much decided I hated too.

Anyway, I've shoved the lot into bin bags ready to go to either Charity Shops or the dump and I shall be spending the summer ...

NAKED!!!!

So no, I'm afraid I'm really struggling to bring a post to the lounge this week because grown up tantrums really are something I know very little about ...

ps - I've decided I might possibly forgive SD at some point in the future (but it's not looking likely for today ... ;-)