Cranky Pants — slackermama . com

Apparently my mood hasn’t improved since Monday. Right now? I’m full on cranky. I don’t know why I’m cranky, exactly, though I suspect any number of reasons.

I’m pregnant. Therefore larger and hotter.
It’s hot outside. Anything over eighty degrees is hot as far as I’m concerned, but we’re talking nineties (albeit low nineties) and I’m not happy about it one bit.
I have lots of stuff to do.
Whenever I try to do said stuff my uterus complains. Vehemently.
That or I overheat.
Or both.
Oh yeah, I got a jury duty “survey” in the mail yesterday. Figures, huh?
The cats are tap dancing on my last nerve.
Come to think of it everyone is tap dancing on my last nerve.
Especially Video Professor. Yeah, I’d rather not go into that one.
I’m tired too. But considering #1 that’s not a big shocker.
Hungry. Very hungry. Like ALL the time.

God. I’m starting to realize I could go on and on and on about this. And we’d have a giant four-page missive that no one would want to read. But I think you get the basic gist here.

I’m in a foul mood.

How about that I ordered Kile’s birthday present (his birthday is Saturday) at least a week ago. Probably two. And today I recieved ONE of the items. I call their customer support (apparently located in India…seriously. Oh joy) and find out that I might be able to get the other portion of the gift by June 19. JUNE 19. Maybe could write it off as a last minute Father’s Day gift. :dry Of course, I just ordered his Father’s Day gift and I’m hoping at least that’ll arrive on time. And if it does, he’s having a great Father’s Day. Just not so much with his birthday. :sigh

I’m tired, I’m cranky and I’m hungry.

But maybe you figured that out by now. Yeah, I don’t think I was doing such a great job of hiding it.

I’m not liking June all that well. It’s hot. There’s no good TV. It’s hot. It’s not July. It’s hot. I’m cranky. There’s nothing on to watch. Two of my roses died. On top of the one that died last month; that’s 3 total. I’m hot.

(Hey, if you can’t use your blog to bitch about your pitiful life, what can you use it for??)

So I’m sorry for the absense of a pithy entry. There just isn’t anything pithy to write about. The ever-growing size of my abdomen isn’t pithy. Nor is the fact that because I know someone who just had a baby girl I know think I’m going to have a boy because of my insane addiction to the law of averages. And I could go into the whole Video Professor thing, but that could be potentially embarassing (mind you, I had a good reason for making my initial order.). I’ve still got the same old neurotices about this child actually being born alive and in reasonable health, but I’ve harped on and on about that so many times that I’m sure you all would collectively rear up and kick my ass if I devoted an entire entry to THAT.

So hopefully there’ll be something more interesting to talk about tomorrow. But you know? I’m guessing I’ll be cranky tomorrow too so now that I think about it, don’t count on it. Meanwhile, excuse my while I stick my head in the freezer and eat three ice cream sandwiches.

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