Crabby

I'm crabby today.  I don't know why, maybe it's PMS but it's SO not PMS.  I have legitimate reasons to be grouchy, like.....um......erm....well, I've got my reasons! I just can't think of any of them right now, that's all.  Maybe it's the fact that the laundry that I sorted, washed and folded this weekend is still sitting on the coffee table waiting for certain other people to put it away.  I don't think I should have to, so I'm leaving it sit there, as...well, you know, an experiment of sorts.  Yeah, that's it, it's an experiment! I want to see how long it takes before someone (hubby, kids, the imaginary maid, Santa Claus, June Cleaver, the cat, anyone, anyone, Bueller?) puts it away.  I'm getting sick of looking at it, though, so I think I'll be nagging at the kids to get their stuff, and hauling the rest upstairs myself.  I could certainly use the exercise.

Or maybe it's because after cooking soup for dinner tonight, I looked in the cabinet and had no clean bowls.  So, I reached in the dishwasher for bowls and spoons (none of those in the drawer), and discovered that it had never been ran.  Great.  Even better, I had already used one of the dirty spoons from the dishwasher while cooking the soup, thinking it was clean.  I'll bet Martha Stewart's never done that before.  SO not a "good thing". We did eat the contaminated soup and we are just fine.  So far. Fingers crossed.   Obviously, my experiment with the dirty dishes has not had a successful outcome.

                                                           "You did what?! That's horrifying!"
Add to that some work issues, family issues, broken air conditioning, and feeling like I can't keep up with anything despite my best intentions, and you've got one, irritable, imperfect mom.  Anywho....I've got lots to be thankful for, great family, food to eat, clean clothes to wear, yada, yada, yada.  I'll be fine by next week.  It's not PMS!