One of THOSE days...

I think it is best to honest and upfront right off the bat.

Okay, so I don't always practice that, but today I will be.

I am grumpy today.

Every little thing is irritating me and of course having an almost-three year old just makes it so much easier to deal with. Yes, I do want to sit here and scowl. No, I don't want to do housework. Yes, I do want to take a baseball bat to the Dish satellite outside. No, I don't want to hear your problems, because I have my own. Yes, I fee like pulling my hair out, and scream and cry for no good reason other than because I feel like it.

Well, now that is out in the open, I suppose I can offer a bit of explaining.

There is a mountain of housework and yardwork that needs to be done, and I tried doing the yardwork yesterday to only then have my allergies go all Hulk on me and make me feel like crud. But I still managed to get the meatloaf and potatoes made and cooked. Then bedtime came much too late on a day that I had been up since 5 am due to my lovely little girl thinking that was a perfect time to be awake.

And just for the record, as soon as I hit the pillow I was out. I mean dead to the world out. I don't remember my husband coming to bed, let alone when our daughter climbed in with us.

I know what you may be thinking: Dusti, that is the best kind of sleep. Why are still grumpy? Well, because it felt like mere seconds. I closed my eyes when it was dark outside and then three seconds later I opened them and light was coming in through the window.

Next, we have the Dish going out. I can deal without the tv. Especially since all of the season finales have happened. But what do I tell a little girl who wants to watch Mickey Mouse? So we call Dish, they send a technician. Technician said it was the receiver going out, so we order a new one. We get it last night, plug it in, to only have half of the channels working. Call them this morning, they send a technician. Again. He says he can't find anything wrong with it. All things are working properly. Well, it would appear that isn't true, now, would it?

And then there is the combination of just feeling crappy, hating my hair/clothes/body/need for makeup/etc. and no motivation or means of fixing the problems. And to put the proverbial cherry on top of my sundae of angst, I am stressing and fretting over things that are in a limbo state and I have absolutely ZERO power to change or speed them along.

So, do I feel better after venting? I suppose a small tiny bit of me does, but it doesn't solve any of my problems!

Well, here's to hoping that tomorrow is a better day.