just another reason to stomp around the house

Don’t ask me what my problem is, but tonight I feel like a stick of dynamite just waiting for someone to walk by with a cigarette so I can blow their head off.

Why do I do this?

I have great kids. They’re no better or worse than the next kids, and as far as nicely average goes I’d say they do all right. But for some totally illogical reason that probably has part to do with my hormone level and part to do with my lack of eating today, I feel like I’m about to rip somebody’s toes off.

Not that they’re perfect. I made corn pops tonight so I could send them to the neighbors for a little taste test.  When I returned, I found two pans of homemade rolls that had almost been burnt to an unrecognizable crisp.

It's my fault, really.  I mean, let's face it, this is what happens when you trust a 12 and 9 year old to stay home alone for seven minutes while you run next door to drop something off.

The semi-burnt rolls meant that a whole lot of jam and butter were going to be required to mask the ever so lovely flavor.  So much for my baking skills.

I think my real problem is that the house is a mess. I love Sundays but I must say that keeping the Sabbath Day Holy (in my case that means taking a rest from my day to day cleaning and cooking) is way harder than spending the day picking up and putting away like usual. My house is trashed and tomorrow is going to be really stupid.

This is a glimpse at tonight’s mood. I am sure that by the time the kids are tucked away in bed and Aaron has done the dishes I’ll feel a whole lot better.

Man I wish there was a magic pill for grumpy. I hate grumpy.