Okay, so I like(d) the feeling of being independent, of being the "go-to guy" for everything-- for like 2 days.
Yesterday... oh, man.
I had Bad Mama Behavior.
I so regret my temper... particularly when my son gets the brunt of it. I don't beat him or anything, lol, but my voice gets a lot louder than it needs to be for communication. And, I get impatient with him-- as if he is responsible for MY shit?
Damn.
You know, I think I need a break (shocker!). What would be terrific is some retail therapy (alas), but I think I could squeeze some grocery money and we could go to the store in town today. I need stuff to cook with anyway, and Monkey loves seeing all the people.
We were going to go to the big playground yesterday in the next town over, but by the time Monkey got up from his late nap + had food, it was cold & windy. So, he didn't get his wiggles out, and with me being short-tempered anyway, well... it was kind of a recipe for disaster.
And Redbeard (damn him) didn't get home until after we were all a-bed; one of the out-of-town hunters had his birthday yesterday, so he stayed up there to celebrate with him/them. I understand why, and I know this is not what he wants to be doing. I also know he appreciates that 24-7 with Monkey is work too. It's just starting to give at all the seams-- for all of us. This morning when he blearily got out of bed, he sighed and said, "Stupid hunting" as he left.
Early infectious PMS? What vector? Wouldn't that be an interesting differential for House?
I hope it's not PMS-- we are trying for a baby... shit, that's what it feels like, though. Well, whaddya gon' do?
Have a better day-- me & everyone else. Right now, I'm off to shower (that might help my attitude problem) and then put stuff for Hot-n-Spicy Sloppy Joes in the crockpot.
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