Let me show you how small I am.

I am furious, and I am passive aggressive and I have a hard time asking for what I need.  I am so much like my mother you can’t believe it.

Discomfort is the que to grow, right?  So when I become so uncomfortable that I’m running around slamming doors, chances are I am in the midst of an opportunity to grow,

Slamming  doors.  That’s pretty grown up, huh?  After 4 days of non-movement on the part of the sofa occupant who is, well, who knows what he is.  I think he has the flu, like I did.  He finally moved into his room this morning after I forwarded him a text message from Jake (more passive agressive behavior) asking how much longer we had to tollerate him being camped on the sofa and not being able to use the house ourselves.

Even with 4 days on the sofa though, I didn’t start slamming doors till his dog charged in to my room, ate all the cat food and then ran into my bathroom to relieve himself on the floor.  I love cleaning up dog piss.  (Hey, sarcasm.  Passive aggressive disguised as wit.  Ugh.)

I just this second realized that I haven’t had a single Commit lozenge today.  That may have something to do with this outburst of mine.  Nikki told me that every time she cut a piece of Nicorette out she’d lose her temper at least once.

But really, I have got to grow up and start expressing my expectations and needs like a grown up, rather than resenting people for not just automatically meeting my expectations.  (How dare he try to make me grow?  Haven’t I got enough to do?)

Yes.  I have a call in to my sponsor.