I. AM. CRANKY.
Grrrrr. Took the kids to yoga this morning. We were in the middle of a big lesson on Roman history when E says, "Mom, when's *my* yoga class?" It was 9:27 and his age class begins at 10am.
Soooo, we all zoomed around, got there in time, and all 3 little ones did yoga together. They were the only kids there! This was all good, I wasn't cranky yet.
Then was A's teen yoga class. I took the rest of the crew to the FM to buy apples and finally caught the apple guy. I can't find my WIC FM checks anywhere
, so I ended up buying $20 of apples w/ cash.
Then garlic rolls, popcorn, and one of those cherry cake/pie things the lady from Delta makes, because we have a party to go to tonight, DH comes home tonight, and I have enough on my plate right now so I'm not cooking!
Pick up the kid from yoga, go to Fred's, talk about whether there is karate today, and just start feeling overwhelmed and cranky.
Get home, tell the kids they aren't allowed in the house, and start rearranging furniture.
Of course, rearranging means I find out how much of a disaster the kids' room *really* is, and every little task turns into fifteen more tasks...
and I'm cranky.
I feel like a heel, crabbing at the kids. It's chilly out, and they're still feeling like 50F is too cold
, so they've all come and begged to come in at least once. Which makes me crankier.
Some days I need a nice rock under which I can hide.