Tapping into the inner psycho

Last night I caught a rare glimpse of my inner psycho. I was at a Suede concert and the usual craziness on the dance floor had commenced. A Bon Jovi number always riles up the crowd. I'm used to it, I can hold my own and not get pushed around. I usually just ignore rude people trying to displace me from my "spot" up front with the girls. But last night this random guy and his "friend" pushed me over the edge. First, she stepped on my toe with a stiletto heel. FREAKING OUCH! drew blood, damn near impaled me. It felt like someone tried to drive a 6 inch nail through my foot. Now I know how Jesus felt!
Meanwhile the guy is trying to high-five Robert (who is completely ignoring him), and in the process elbowing me in the head and shoving his armpit in my face. After about the 6th blow to the head I lost it. Completely lost it. So during his final elbow blow to my head, I threw an elbow into his kidney, pushed him out of my way, then I got in his face and proceeded to scream at him, at the top of my lungs that if he so much as knocked me one more time I would go medieval on his ass! (a few choice swear words thown in for good measure). He tried to deny that it was him, but seeing that I was over the edge he wisely backed away and gave me some space while I lectured him on how the dance floor was for everyone and you just don't treat people around you like that.
Then, as quickly as the psycho came out, she was back in her cage and I was once again shaking my booty on the dance floor. Yea. I'm a little scary.

Random post

Just stopping in to my blog for a quick update. Nothing specific to report but it's been a while and I figured it was time for a life update.
Work's going well for both me and Brian. Brian has a new assignment that he's very happy about. I'm so busy that last week I spent half a day on Friday analyzing my current work flow and habits in the hopes of finding a more efficient/effective way to manage my time and my tasks. Some of the measures I've taken are working, others have fallen off after only a few attempts. But I'm making improvements and moving forward, and that's good.
Some days I have so much to do and so much on my mind that I find myself frozen, trying to figure out which task to tackle first. But despite my inefficiencies and the feeling of being overwhelmed, I've always managed to keep a positive outlook, and I'm really good at leaving my work at work when it's time for family time. A couple of weeks ago a colleague from my previous dept. pinged me to ask how I keep such a good attitude when everything around us is going to shit. It was someone I have quite a lot of respect for, so I was very flattered that he asked me.

In home life things are good. Brian and I are amazed every day at how intelligent and sweet Trent is. We were playing upstairs the other day and Trent counted all the way to 17 on his own. We are so proud of our little guy. His teachers are constantly telling us how sweet Trent is, and what a huge vocabulary he has, and how well adjusted he is for a child of his age. I wonder how many other parents they say that to, like, are they just making us feel good? but deep down I want to believe that my kid is smarter than his peers. So what? I'm a mother. Y'all don't judge till you've walked a mile in my shoes.

Family visit countdown: 2 months today!