I had such a crappy day today. I won’t go into details. We don’t have that kind of time. You’re welcome.
Unfortunately, poop rolls downhill. And by the time my Varmint and Critter got home, my last nerve was not only frayed, but had one hairwidth of a strand left to it.
The day did not end well.
Varmint was unwise enough to criticise, via tone, my burnt sloppy joe buns, and will now be making dinner for us tomorrow all by herself.
Critter had about two bites of supper, whined one too many times, and was sent to bed without getting to finish supper… at 7:00 PM. (Turns out it was just what he needed since he fell asleep within minutes.)
I barked at my Mom for saying ‘I told you so’ at the absolute wrong time.
I bitched at my sister-in-law about anything that I may have left out while I was moaning about the rest of my day.
When I talked to my honey tonight to say goodnight (he’s on his shift at the fire station) I managed to complain about everything from the state of my laundry pile, to the travesty of world economics. (Not really, but it makes a good story.) And he had already had an incredibly hard day, with plenty of things to grumble about on his own end. I was not a very good wife during that phone call.
I spread piss and vinegar all over today, and I’m not proud of it. It’s like I left a trail of scorched earth everywhere I went.
Before I climbed into bed to write on the blog tonight, I got a glimpse of myself in the mirror.
And my day suddenly made sense. My life made sense, actually.
I just wish I knew where I put all my flying monkeys.