Momma's Mood

I'm freakin' bitchy trying VERY hard to practice patience and understanding today. Very hard. And I mean very, very, VERY hard. Did I mention I'm REALLY having to try VERY hard to show patience and understanding?! Because I am, and well, frankly, it's not really working.

NOT

AT

ALL.

My other half bought some yellow caution tape to put across the area of the lawn we are trying to fix and I'm thinking that maybe I should just wrap myself in that today. Think that might get the message across that I'm maybe not so balanced?!

I don't think there's one specific event that has sparked this quite common extraordinarily RARE occurrance, but more just a combination of things. It possibly could have something to do with the fact that our pool has a leak and is losing water relatively rapidly and that means that either myself or my other half has to get IN that water to fix it (and that water is sitting at a 'chilly' 10*C this morning). This morning we can see the hole and it SHOULD be easy to fix, but considering my relationship with Murphy and all, I'm going to guess that will NOT be the case. My crabbiness could also have been sparked over the arguing between Imp and Banshee at 6:25am; or the fact that Banshee came into my room a few minutes later all up in arms about the fact that SOMEONE ate all the Frosted Flakes and she had only had 1 bowl of it (reality is . . . she is the ONLY one to eat Frosted Flakes and the box was perched right in the cupboard where it belongs). Or it could of have been the fan in Teen's room vibrating against god knows what (that's another issue - her room is a DISASTER zone - she likes to say that it's her sister's stuff, but everytime I go in there, it's HER stuff all over the place); or the damn birds out the window. While they're lovely to look at and listen to during the day, they're not so lovely at 5 freakin' a.m. The Mourning Dove that perches RIGHT on my window sill at 5:05am EVERY SINGLE DAY is REALLY testing limits. I'm not a violent person in any capacity, but I AM starting to wonder about how good roasted Mourning Dove would taste right about now. OR . . . it could be the fact that the toilet was FULL of pee and toilet paper (it's like at night NO ONE remembers to flush the toilet. Are they all afraid of some nighttime toilet creature?! I mean really, if that was the case, flushing it away would be the least of their worries, I'd be more concerned about exposing my 'vulnerable' side by perching myself on that toilet in the first place . . .) AND I had to replace the toilet paper roll (it gets changed pretty much daily, so in an average month, that's 30 rolls of paper. Of those 30 changes - I probably personally replace the roll - typically with an already half used roll becaue they're all THAT lazy - about 29.5 times (the half comes from the fact that I usually have to fix the one that someone else did because they did it wrong! What is up with that?! Why is changing the toilet paper roll SO hard?!). OR . . . It could have been the apple core left on the counter from last night - sitting beside the plates that weren't in the dishwasher after my other half and Teen had a snack; or the toys that Imp and Banshee didn't put away; or the mouldy hot dog buns on the other counter that Teen freaked out about, but didn't deal with, however I KNOW her rationale on that one. . . if she were to deal with the buns, it MIGHT have created a make-work-project for her. She would have to risk opening the counter-top green bin which likely would need to be emptied after putting the said buns into it; which in turn means she needs to take it out the front door to put in the BIG green bin; and then would have to put the plastic bag in the other bag in the cupboard for me to take back to the recycling bin at the store and then would have to open the garbage to put the little do-it-up-tabby thing in, and chances are it would have to be pushed down, etc. . . yep - that is asking WAY too much. OR it could have been the fact that when I walked into Banshee and Teen's room there was a bunch of little pieces of paper and kleenex on the floor. Again. I just swept up a bunch of that stuff YESTERDAY, and the day before, and the day before that. I don't know what the hell they do in there, but there are little wads of torn up kleenex and little cut up peices of paper stretching across the entire floor of their room (and it's not really a small room at all). If I didn't know that both my girls are COLOSSAL mess makers and that they do shit like this all the time, I'd seriously be concerned about the fact there might be a squirrel on the loose in the house.

I could also be a little irritated at the fact that no one swept the floor or wiped the table after dinner last night. It's really not that hard to do . . . I mean, I do it at least 2 times a day - most times more. I understand that *I* did get up and leave abruptly after dinner - I had to head out to my Zumba class, which incidently I'd like to say the crack-smokin'-Zumba-machine (and I mean that in the nicest possible way - she is AWESOME!!!!) KICKED MY ASS and I'm VERY sore today (my tailbone and knee are REVOLTING in a big bad way). Or I could be a tad agitated at the fact that I bought a baby gift for someone and some little fingers (IMP!) got into one of the things I bought and wrecked it. Now it's not in 'gifting' condition and that means I have this stuff (that I have NO use for at all) in my cupboard.

Or it could simply be the little things - like the clothes on the floor wherever everyone got changed (not sure about your house, but it's very seldom that anyone actually changes in their bedrooms in this house - because that would be TOO easy); or the facecloths (plural!) dripping down the wall and onto the floor; or the gobs of toothpaste spit in the sink; or the toothbrushing equipment left on the counter (there are 5 people in our family - and for some reason we've got 4 different types of toothpaste on the go and several different mouthwashes - apparently it's too much to ask that we all try to like the same things); or that it's MY toothbrush that gets unplugged EVERY. SINGLE. DAY when teen meticulously straightens her already poker-straight hair; or the fact that there's a poop in the toilet that I've had to flush. I SWEAR it's my other half because the 2 little kids have fairly 'telltale' poop and Teen is WAY too private to leave that 'morsel' of her life around for everyone to see and talk about - but seriously?! That's just plain wrong. Could be the fact that I cleaned up the kitchen from all the stuff from last night, breakfast and lunch making and when I just walked through a bit ago, looks as though I'd done nothing and I had to do it again - teen made breakfast.

It could be the neighbour dog that just came and shit on my lawn; again. Or the neighbour cat that came and took out the entire nest of baby cardinals that we had in the hedge (I'm SO SO SO pissed at that cat!!!!!!). Or the neighbour and his freakin' leaf blower and pressure washer; or the crusty-old-busy-body down the way (actually, there's more than one of those) . . .

OR . . . (and probably what my other half and teen will say the reason is - oh - and the guy from the grocery store that has NO concept of appropriate things to say to a customer when they're buying tampons and midol) I'm just hormonally challenged.

Yeah, so I'm a little 'off' today. How ironic it is that this 'mood' has taken over on the official "TAKE NO SHIT DAY". Honestly, I giggled when I saw that on FB (because FB IS the place to get all the truths of the world, right?!) as I don't take shit from anyone on ANY DAY (actually, that's not totally true . . . my other half will tell you that he couldn't believe all the asshattery and bullshittery that I took from some of my daycare parents. Reality is, I admit, I just smiled, nodded and agreed most times, but in my head I was screaming out "What the hell?! What are you thinking? Are you serious? What kind of a stupid ass-hat do you think I am? And moreover, what kind of an ass-hat are YOU?!").

SO . . . on that note "HAPPY TAKE NO SHIT DAY". May your day be filled with assholes and lots of verbal assault. A word of warning?! Maybe stay away from me, OK? Cuz I'm REALLY ugly.