Temper Tantrum

I am having an internal temper tantrum and I don’t like it. I want to get over it, move on, enjoy my evening, but I am pi$$ed and on the verge of tears. I am over-reacting and being totally irrational, and I am even more upset because I got myself into this situation.

What has me in a tizzy?

My mother-in-law was on her way overseas, missed a connecting flight, and ended up at an airport 45 min from our house and a 3 hour plane ride from hers.  She spent one night at an airport hotel, planning to continue on her trip the next day, but came down with a cold/sinus infection and decided that she couldn’t travel. She called my husband (the first we’d heard of her situation) and he picked her up and brought her to our house. That was last Friday.

Saturday he took her to a clinic where she got some antibiotics, and she’s been recuperating at our house ever since. She’s finally well enough to get on a plane to go home, but first we have to get her to the airport. Now, most people would take a cab to the airport, but that’s just not the way she does things. And, in all fairness, it would be a $75 cab ride.

She has figured out that her best chance for getting on a flight (she will be stand-by) is early tomorrow morning, so she needs to be at the airport at 6:45 am. Both my husband and I work, and we both have busy days tomorrow. My husband’s day usually starts at 6:00 am, while mine usually starts at the more humane hour of 8:00 am. So, it seemed natural that I should be the one to offer to drive her to the airport.

So I did.

And now I am stewing over it.

Stewing, because I have been on an awesome roll with my workouts and I will have to miss my morning run.

Stewing, because I was going to work at home in the morning, and avoid the stress of rush hour traffic.

Stewing, because I am resentful of the way that she intruded into our life and needs us to accomodate her.

It is really not a big deal. I’ve done it before. The traffic isn’t that bad. I will get in to work early and get a head start on my day. (Unfortuneately I have a 5:00 pm conference call, so I can’t leave early).

But I am still kicking and pounding my fists and screaming “I don’t wanna!”

But I offered.

I volunteered.

So I need to get over it and move on.