I Know It's Bad...
...when even I am somewhat aghast at how cranky I am. I think that if "crankiness" was a symptom of early labor, I would say with certainty that I was about to have this baby. I have been holding it together pretty well, but today...wow. I am grumpy.
The following things have made me extremely grumpy today: having to grocery shop, the fact that the commissary had NO eggs (how am I supposed to make brownies for God's sake?), feeling sick and dizzy at the commissary (maybe due to rage over no eggs), discovering a cocktail sauce stain on the one pair of maternity pants that still look/feel decent, the fact that the weather is gray and drizzly today--not enough for an umbrella but enough to get dampish and frizzy.
The fact that my kids ask me questions like "What equals one?"
The fact that Hans' orders are not in yet and the fact that badgering from me does not mean that he's going to call and raise holy hell about it like I feel he should. I'm so irrational today that I'm about ready to call the detailer, describe what it feels like to be extremely pregnant and so crabby that Satan would turn me away and GIVE US OUR ORDERS! For once, deliver on your promises. (Hans will say that at the time I write this, it's not even 9:00 a.m. where the detailers are...he can really be too nice).
The one good thing to report is that Hans sold his car. He came home last night with $9,000 in cash...the remainder of the sale price after the buyer had wired his payoff in. Don't ask me why he had $9K in cash, but I gotta tell you...it was the most cash I've ever beheld in one place. Thankfully, he took it in and deposited it this morning. It was making me a little nervous to have it stuck in a bureau drawer.
Of course, who would come near our apartment, what with this extraordinarily crabby woman ready to attack? :) GRRRRRRRRRRR!!!
At least I still have my sense of humor, right Mom?
The following things have made me extremely grumpy today: having to grocery shop, the fact that the commissary had NO eggs (how am I supposed to make brownies for God's sake?), feeling sick and dizzy at the commissary (maybe due to rage over no eggs), discovering a cocktail sauce stain on the one pair of maternity pants that still look/feel decent, the fact that the weather is gray and drizzly today--not enough for an umbrella but enough to get dampish and frizzy.
The fact that my kids ask me questions like "What equals one?"
The fact that Hans' orders are not in yet and the fact that badgering from me does not mean that he's going to call and raise holy hell about it like I feel he should. I'm so irrational today that I'm about ready to call the detailer, describe what it feels like to be extremely pregnant and so crabby that Satan would turn me away and GIVE US OUR ORDERS! For once, deliver on your promises. (Hans will say that at the time I write this, it's not even 9:00 a.m. where the detailers are...he can really be too nice).
The one good thing to report is that Hans sold his car. He came home last night with $9,000 in cash...the remainder of the sale price after the buyer had wired his payoff in. Don't ask me why he had $9K in cash, but I gotta tell you...it was the most cash I've ever beheld in one place. Thankfully, he took it in and deposited it this morning. It was making me a little nervous to have it stuck in a bureau drawer.
Of course, who would come near our apartment, what with this extraordinarily crabby woman ready to attack? :) GRRRRRRRRRRR!!!
At least I still have my sense of humor, right Mom?
