On paper this weekend looked great. In reality it was a mess. Mostly, thanks to me.
I have been a grouchy, cantankerous mess. I exploded too many times to count. I put myself in solitary confinement for most of the weekend and that still didn't help much.
Luckily, the little people seem to have had some fun anyway. The boys participated in their Boy Scout box car race. All three of them were very good sports and I am told they were best behaved boys there. Well done, boys!
Grace was invited to her first ever birthday party. I thought she would be thrilled but she refused to go unless I promised to stay there. Somehow, I managed to put my nasty, foul mood on hold long enough not to spoil the party.
It's funny because I really don't have anything to be upset about.
There are only so many times I can blame my foul mood on this horrible weather (it is snowing again right now as I type).
I really can't blame my craziness on the colds that have been ruminating around our household the last week or two because this is the first time we've been hit with any kind of sickness in a long time. We've avoided so much of the horrible sickies this winter and this cold (while annoying and sleep depriving) really isn't that bad (unless you ask Todd who is apparently the only one who got REALLY sick ;) ).
I can not keep blaming my tantrums on my air-headed children that forget everything from their boots, lunch bags, JACKETS, and very important homework projects at school.
I can't even blame my bitchiness on my PMS which has seemed to refuse to turn into MS making me late, late, late. Seriously. Late. I have never been this late unless a child was then born 9 months later. Alas, there is no child in my near future and I am still so late. Ugh. I'm sure it will finally arrive when I am on vacation with the kids at a WATERPARK this coming weekend. Or maybe even when the hubby and I are on our first vacation in 5 years in JAMAICA next week. Whatevs. (tmi, i know. sorry)
See? See what I'm doing? I'm being bitchy. I'm going on vacation in a week and I still have the nerve to bitch and complain. I should seek help. Seriously.
I feel like I could eat myself into a coma. Or have some serious cocktails to take the edge off. But, being the genius that I am, I gave up all sweets and alcohol for Lent. Man. I am a glutton for punishment.
Whatever happens I better buck up because we have a lot of fun stuff coming up. Tommy's birthday is on Thursday, then we are leaving for a few days to take the kids to Wisconsin Dells, and then after that Todd and I are outta here for four days. Nothing but sand and sun (and hopefully safe travels and no plane crashes whatsoever, or broken children to come home to-ugh-I gotta stop it!).