Stress and a Hammer

So...apparently I am a little stressed today. Caton is out of town taking a test that will heavily effect our future.  Meanwhile, I am home with my kids and after a restless night worrying both for and about Caton, my fuse is considerably short.

My mother is coming tonight--hallelujah--and as I attempt to clean my house for her arrival, my vacuum malfunctions. I have a canister vacuum with different heads for carpet and hard surfaces. The heads click on and off and so when the carpet head doesn't "click off" I start to get a little peeved. I push the release button as hard as I can with my fingers, my toes, my fists, my heels...it's not budging! Soon my eyes well up with tears, making it impossible to even see what the heck I am pushing, squeezing, or pounding. 

*This is the part where the stress and the hammer kick in*

In my frustration, I scan the room for anything that might work better than my various body parts. Of course, the first thing I see is a hammer from a project I was working on the night before. I grab the full size hammer and start pounding the release button. Shattered plastic flies everywhere! Needless to say I do more harm than good. I get the vacuum head off but now I have a pile of broken pieces that--frankly--I have no idea where they went or what they did.

Meanwhile, my sweet kids are witnessing my meltdown. I am sobbing and using the word "STUPID" a lot (to which I was reminded later by Layla that saying "stupid" is not choosing the right). 

I finally  decided to suck it up and rig the vacuum as best I could to finish vacuuming my house. I am not really sure what was going through my head at the time. All I know is that my brand new vacuum was needlessly damaged and that I should never EVER use tools under stress.