Psycho Kim

No way man. I am not hooked on sugar. I can quit anytime.

Except when I do quit, beware. I'm not nice. Ask my kids. Ask my husband. Ask the random guy at the grocery store who landed on the wrong end of my wrath.

So the other day I am at the grocery store with my children in tow. I had made it out of the store without eating the free cookie they offer to the kids, buying a Dr. Pepper, buying a donut or candy or chocolate milk, or really anything with sugar in it that was calling my name. I was leaving and had a little trouble getting out of my parking space. I was frustrated, children talking too loud, my stomach growling, my hands shaking and it happened. A man gave me, what I perceived as, a dirty look. Yes, he did.

Normally, I would smile apologetically for whatever I had done to offend and be on my way. But, when PSYCHO KIM takes over, there is no telling what she'll do. I rolled down the window and had the following exchange:

Psycho Kim: Do you have a problem with me?
Man: Um no.
P.S.: I saw you give me a dirty look. What's your problem?!?!
Man: Maam I did not give you any look if you are having a bad day, then I'm sorry that's your problem.
P.S.: Whatever.

I sped off and called Jeremy, yelled at him for something that clearly was not his fault and then I called my Mom and cried, "Why in the WORLD would any MOTHER go off SUGAR?!?!? What was I THINKING?!?!"

She consoled me telling me by Thursday I would be feeling so much better. I told her she was wrong and that I would never be feeling better.

But guess what, today is Thursday and I am feeling a little better. Just stay out of my way and be sure not to be giving me anything but a smiling face when I see you. You just never know when Psycho Kim may attack.