I made my husband take the kids out to the park or the knife shop or the freeway for at least an hour so that I could compose myself. By this point, I had got so worked up that I believe my head was spinning around in circles and I was shouting obscenities and spitting fire. It was a good thing he could pick up on my subtle hints.
Thursday, January 1, 2009
Not a Good Beginning
I spent most of the day today in a foul mood and I don't know why. I was snapping at the kids, my super hot hubby, the cats, anything that got in my war path. By high noon today, I was headed to the OK corral (my living room) to square off with someone and I didn't care who it was, they were all on my last nerve today...and I have a lot of nerve. My youngest was whining and fussing, my oldest was tattling and being bossy, and my super hot hubby is OBSESSED with the baseboards and the wires in the house right now. He spent a good portion of the morning under the house moving a phone wire from one side of the room to the other. Why? One might be asking? Who the hell knows. It seemed fine to me where it was but, nothing else was happening today until this task was completed. I had visions of putting the cover back on the hole and keeping him down there but, I could still hear him and the cat had gone down there with him and I wouldn't want to do that to the poor little kitty.