I Ate my Anger

I didn't sleep last night.  My daughter spilled nail polish on her carpet.  The same tan carpet that already sports a burgundy splotch from years ago.  I was more angry because she not-so-quietly came into my bedroom at 2:30 to get some carpet cleaner when I caught her.  Thank goodness I told her NOT to use it.  I hadn't fallen asleep yet. My light was out, but still awake.  After this, I was so wide awake and angry that I gave up trying to sleep and went downstairs.  I ate my anger and 3 Chips Ahoy cookies and 6 ounces of skim milk.  It could have been a lot worse. But, I was never able to fall back to sleep.  Lack of sleep causes me to eat more than usual, and to make poor food choices.  Complete lack of sleep will also affect my mood as the day goes on.  I have already had my breakfast.  I have a headache. I'm less angry. But my daughter is asleep.  It didn't help that she apologized.  That doesn't give me my 8 hours of rest back. It doesn't make her room clean.  It doesn't remove the nail polish or the smell of remover.  It didn't calm my angry voice still talking to me in my head. The scale read 123.2. So discouraging.