gategrrl

I'm having one shitastik day, let me tell you. Oh, nothing specific is *wrong* exactly. I think it's the constant exposure to children. All day. Every day. My temper is short. I had to go in to get a TB shot, and then I have to go back to get it checked on Thursday. The nurse called me a Big Baby when she plunged that little needle into my forearm. Yeah, that's me. She was lucky I didn't bite *her* arm off. Mermaid has been in a real snit lately, too. She needs a break from *me*. I just realized I haven't paid a few bills, and they're going to be late if I don't get off my ass to pay them.

I HATE feeling cranky. No, that's not exactly right. I don't mind feeling cranky, I just don't like only having my kids around to be cranky TO, if you know what I mean. Oh, great, now my cheapo keyboard is squeaking when I type. Oh, and I opened a bottle of 7-UP it exploded all over my computer area, and all over me, as I was simultaneously on the telephone checking with a friend to see if copious amounts of water dripping out of the bottom of the car is normal...it is, and I'm :::headdesking::: now.

Grrr. Grrr. Grrr.