You know, this isn’t the first time that I’ve gone back to read something I posted from my iPhone and gone, “WTF??”  Because really.   That post makes it all seem very sturm and drang and BLAH BLAH BLAH, boring and STUPID!  I think my eyes rolled reading my own post so I can only imagine how the two of you out there who are reading this reacted.

For that?  I apologize.

Yes, last week was very had.  Yes, I had a lot of crabbyness.  Yes, I let my feelings get hurt over stupid stuff that isn’t supposed to hurt my feelings.  Yes, there are times I want to high-tail it to the border just so I can have a break.  But holy cow, doesn’t everyone?  I hardly think I’m unique in that respect.  So please know that the pity party thrown in my post last night wasn’t QUITE as dramatic and pitiful as it came across.

I may be a loser, but even I have standards.

I honestly think maybe it’s the teeny screen of the iPhone that you have to type out a blog post on that makes all the stuff I post from there come out all weird and un-evenly toned.  Yep.  That’s my story and I’m stickin’ to it.

Thankfully, I don’t think the heat will get the better of me this week (yes, I do think that the heat contributed to 90% of my crabbiness… y’all need to believe me when I say I HATE THE HEAT).  Kile put our window a/c unit in the living room today and I’m currently enjoying some machine-generated coolness and am loving it more than I can express in words.

It’s not ALL bad.  Yes, I am mildly depressed.  I’m pretty much used to it by now and I think most of you are used to it too (you know, all two of you).  But like I said, BIG DEAL.  Who cares?  I don’t care.  You don’t care.  NO ONE cares.  Moving on…

It’s Sunday!  And I had a fabulous breakfast at Mimi’s Cafe this morning that may have made my toes curl.  And Evie almost choked on a honeydew melon!  It was good times, all around. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to go decide whether or not I need to have something to eat right now.  This is going to require a lot of thought.

A picture from the drive-in.  Just cuz I can.

A napping girl.  Cuz she’s cute.

You know how every so often you’ll wake up and NOTHING seems to go your way.  In fact, your mood is so sour that even the smallest things which might normally roll off your back suddenly seem like dozens of sharp, pointy needles jabbing you in the eyes?   And then your blood pressure feels like it’s going to skyrocket off the charts and if someone says ONE MORE THING TO YOU then you’re going to seriously loose your shit and melt into a puddle?

Yeah.  that’s me.  Today.

And today is my birthday.

AWESOME.

I’m not entirely sure what got this day on the wrong track to begin with.  Maybe it was Evie waking up just shy of 2 am and wanting to come to bed with us.  And then spending the rest of the night being needy and clingy and basically just keeping me up.

Then, the plan this morning was simple.  Maybe too simple.  Kile was going to take the day off in order to kind of give ME a day off (do stay at home moms ever really get days off?).  But he had a meeting he had to go to and he had to be there by 8, which meant getting up and around rather early.  The idea here was that I would sleep in with Evie as long as I could.  And since Liam had been reluctant all week to get up at 7:30 with the rest of us, surely he would like to sleep in too, right?  So all Kile would need to do is wake up Harry on his way out the door and as long as Harry was quiet as he got ready, we’d all be good.

Yeah.  Not so much.

Pup came into Evie’s room, which is hooked up to the monitor and so I heard her snuffling around in there.  Which got me nervous about her pooping in there because she’s been known to do that in the past in the morning if Harry doesn’t let her outside right away.  Normally, I make sure to close Evie’s door at night when I go to get her but I guess I was Night of the Living Dead last night and didn’t do it.  So that woke me up.  And then I heard Liam cry and Harry holler at him in return.  Which woke Evie up.  So I gave up.  And I wasn’t really happy about it either.

And it’s just gone downhill from there.  Liam has been so tired and cranky, crying and whining and unhappy.  He scared Evie deliberately, so that she would cry too.  Which, you know, two crying children is AWESOME.

I was trying to do something fairly simple on my laptop that involved getting pictures off old CDs and you’d think that would be a piece of cake but apparently not with my PIECE OF CRAP laptop because (get this) the laptop keeps locking up when I try to look at what is on the CD drive.  UGH.  So that has not helped my blood pressure any.  Throw in the “shift” key being up to it’s usual shenanigans and selectively refusing to capitalize letters for me and I’m about ready to chuck this damned thing out the window.

Now, any of these things would probably never bother me normally.  Because nothing so far today has been that out of the ordinary.  In fact, dare I say it, it sounds like a regular day around the ol’ homestead.  But it’s ONE OF THOSE DAYS.  And when you get started down that path, it’s hard to veer off.

And I’m just supremely annoyed that I’m having ONE OF THOSE DAYS on my birthday.  SHEESH.  I’m hoping that things improve (and by “things”, I mean “my attitude”) greatly as the day progresses but you’ll have to forgive me if I’m not too entirely hopeful about it.