I am sitting in my kitchen at 10:36 pm being very very grumpy.
For really no reason. Besides my children both being disturbed by things at school - not serious things! But things I can't fix for them.
Like Julia telling me quietly, oh so quietly in a tiny voice, that M whispered something in A's ear at school a while ago and they wouldn't tell her. It made me want to go over to M's house (who is the daughter of my good good friend who I love, though I am not so incredibly fond of her daughter who won't sit with my daughter on the bus most days - though she needs to be thought of as Julia's best friend all the time)to tell her to STAY AWAY from A - she was Julia's friend first. I can always tell when M is being mean (yes, I said mean, I am judging a 5 year old, it's my rant) because Julia suddenly doesn't want to go to school.
Have I mentioned this is Junior Kindergarten? These girls are 4 and 5. How I will survive high school I do not know.
And Stu. I don't even know where to start. He had pains in his stomach. The kind he gets when he is nervous he tells me. So I ask gentle probing questions to try and find out what is bothering him (I hope I have a daughter-in-law who appreciates this one day, his ability to discuss his feelings, because holy hell it just about does me in some days). After 25 minutes of who did/said/looked at who at every activity and nutrition break today (my brain disintegrating to mush) he suddenly bursts into tears over having to leave his stuffed animal that he is doing a project about at school. I soothed and figured he would sleep... no? NO. He is finally asleep in my bed. I am in the kitchen. I see something wrong with this picture.
I don't think my husband's schedule for the next few months helped my mood today. It's not that I am not supportive, understanding, yadda yadda yadda, but hello? I put it into my iCalendar today. And I think by the end of April (he's away for my birthday) I won't remember what he looks like.
And he's out tonight.
And it's my father's birthday. Or would have been. What do you call it for people who are deceased.
And it's February.
And I am tired of my diet (though it is going well).
And there were two people who ran my bell tonight - one selling chocolate bars. The other giving out free shower heads.
And my dishwasher just went on.
See, everything is ticking me off. (Yes, I am hormonally challenged, what makes you ask?)
I'm going to drag my cranky, miserable butt to bed.