So. It’s Monday. I am unhappy about this fact to say the least. In fact, I have been a down right bitch ever since I realised that the weekend was almost over and I hadn’t spent any of it with my husband (which incidentally was Sunday morning) which meant that the rest of what could have been a good weekend, was generally unpleasant for all involved, which meant that I got even crankier still and so on and so forth. You get the drift. Why do chicks do that? I mean, surely I am not the only one to partake in such ridiculous behaviour? Surely…please say you do just so husband doesn’t think that he has married Satan’s spawn. Thanks.
I also had a sty in my eye which I discovered is not only unattractive BUT it really hurts too. A double whammy! So there was that.
And Harper got sick. I have discovered the hidden joy of siblings – sickness pass on’s! Poor Daise was sick all last week and my littlest petal has gone down a snake too and is snuffly and sniffly but still very cute as you can see.
So. Monday. Today I plan on brushing this mood aside and getting Harper better AND staying cool. Am I allowed to say I am over Summer? I am. There, I said it. I am officially over summer. I have summer fatigue. I want cooler nights and shorter days. Actually, I think THAT could be the problem with me – it’s the heat. Yeah right.
I DO THAT TOO!
For example, DH has to leave for a business trip on Monday, so sometime on Sunday afternoon I pick a stupid fight so that by Monday morning I’m actually HAPPY to see him go (and he’s feeling like a downright bastard for leaving).
Coping mechanism?
Single parenting a ‘teenager’ and a sick baby is enough to turn anyone into a harridan. You so deserve to be a VIP – hope Rob sets up a tent in your backyard, laminates a lanyard and has champagne on tap for you this weekend!