GrRrRr!

Today, I'm just grumpy. Mad at the world. Pissed off at everyone.

[Disclaimer: This post is 110% me complaining. I know it's not a huge deal. I know it's not the end of the world and I am grateful for my life, but I'm just grumpy, so please let me vent...]

Seriously.

It would be better for everyone in my life if I just found a hole to crawl into, for today at least, so I don't snap.

I am frustrated with our sitter. She's been dealing with somethings, and has consequently become unreliable. So, instead of working all day as I had planned, I'm getting snot wiped on me and being used as a human trampoline. Teo showed his frustration with the situation when he demanded that we go "bye bye" this morning. Now, it's not that I don't want to be home with him, but it's more that I am getting really tired of having to rearrange my days on a regular basis because she just sends a text saying she isn't watching kids for the day. Maybe it sounds jerkish, but seriously, an explaination or an apology would make it a little easier. Maybe.

I am frustrated with my five year old. She's gotten quite the attitude. She's emotional and tempermental. She will be sweet one second and a crazy psycho kid the next. She doesn't like to go to school so every morning is a battle. She has began to pick fights with me over absolutely nothing, such as breakfast. Every morning, she has told me (not asked me) that she's going to eat breakfast at school. When I ask her what she'll eat there for breakfast, she says cereal. We have four containers of cereal here. She insists that she must eat it there (so one of the little boxes) and I refuse to pay more than a dollar every day so she can eat cereal out of a box when we have cereal here. It turns into a screaming arguement every morning before I'm even out of bed.

I'm frustrated with my family and their messy ways. This morning, I went to the basement to grab a pair of sweats for Teo. Last week, I folded and went through all the kids clothes down there and they just haven't been taken to their rooms yet. I spent prolly two hours going through all the laundry. So, this morning, I go down to see that my husband has thrown all the clean clothes everywhere on the pool table, causing everything that was folded to no longer be. His reply when I texted him: "I was trying to look for work clothes so I was kinda in a hurry. Sorry." Really? All I want to do is scream at him: "When is the last time you did laundry?!" I can't remember him ever washing more than one load and he has never sat down and folded the clothes in mass quantities. He won't put them away. And when they are put away, he pulls out a stack of shirts or something and doesn't put them back, so they end up in the dirty pile sooner or later because I have no idea if they are clean or not, and then I end up washing stupid clothes over and over and over.

I also have the pile of "purge" in the kitchen and have asked Jose for about a week to take them to the garage, but he hasn't. Well, this morning, I found out that the kids have been grabbing crap out of the pile to "play" with and it ends up back in our living room or in their bedrooms. UGH!

Why do I even bother?