CUT It Out!

So I have been doing a lot of work with the CT Etsy Team in the form of promotions. I am working to put on our second event The CT Etsy Team Jewelry Spectacular. I'm also working with my friend Jenny to put on a charity craft show to help save Sato dogs in Puerto Rico. AND I am also trying to run my own business and get ready for the Forest Folk : Spirit in the Woods fest, in which I will be a vendor for 3 days straight. Needless to say, my time has become pretty valuable, and have been super busy!
As you can imagine my stress levels have been up just a tad. Rob and I got into a fight the other night. Now let me tell you first thing, before I go any further with my story here. There is one thing that really gets me angry. If you want to start a fight with me, or piss me off, tell me that I don't have a job. Nothing gets me more mad than someone telling me I don't have a job or don't work. My business is a registered business with the state and federal government. I make money through Etsy, various craft shows and events, custom orders, selling and consigning to shops, and organizing events and promotions. I don't make like crazy money, but I make enough money to support myself and pay my share of the bills, every month is a little better than the last. Good by me!
Robby starts arguing with me because the man doesn't have any clean socks. I am in the middle of stringing together a necklace and I tell him he should do a load of laundry. He does the thing I hate. He fucking says IT. "Well you're home all day, you don't have a job, why don't you do the laundry. And the cooking and the cleaning. The house looks like crap. You just sit around all day." I felt the anger in me rising! In my mind I was visualizing ripping his head clean off his shoulders and using it as a bowling ball. Now let me tell you dear reader, anyone who really knows me, knows me in real life and sees me regularly knows one thing about me. I DON'T sit around and do NOTHING. I am always taking on new projects and working and promoting! Here is the very funny part to me in this. As soon as he said it, I remembered how much money he made last month, and how much I made last month. I made more than him, I worked longer hours, and I was pretty busy. I yelled at him. I was so angry I knew I needed to walk away from him NOW or this was going to get very ugly. So I went and took a shower to calm down.
I couldn't shake my frustration. As soon as I got out of the shower I just grabbed the two sets of scissors I keep in the bathroom and started cutting my hair. I had no idea what I was doing with it, I had nothing in mind. I just kept cutting until I felt better. Was this a good idea... I still don't know. I just knew I was mad and I had to make myself collected again. So here are some pics of me, with the hair cut that anger caused.



Oh, I thought it would be funny to also mention this. I called my mother for Mother's Day. She said not to get her anything since I don't have a job. GRRRRRRR!