I'm having a grumpy day. Although the way this usually works is that I bitch about everything here and then I feel better. Except then all the people in my life get grumpy about what I wrote and then I feel bad that I made them grumpy. Although since I haven't finished this yet and therefore de-grumped myself, so they control their own emotions and it's not my fault that they are now grumpy. Um, maybe I should have left this whole paragraph at "I'm grumpy today."
Okay so my list of venting:
Kyle cut his hair last night while I was at hockey practice with Zach. He chopped off his bangs but left the rest alone. It looks like he has a huge forehead. Continuing the hockey practice with Zach rant, Greg stayed home with the other kids so I had planned to get some BKD expense/income spreadsheets finished on my laptop(also the ice rink has free WiFi). Except after about 5 minutes on the ice, Zach said his head hurt too bad and we had to leave. He was then "fine" when we returned home. So much for some nice alone time to get some work done.
The laundry is taking over the house. I now understand how this can be overwhelming (it only took me 10 years).
I'm sewing Christmas dresses for the girls instead of knitting sweaters due to the time crunch. Except the piping I "bought" didn't end up in my bag and so I have to go back to the fabric store because "insert piping" is step 2. (Step 1 being "cut fabric")
I feel fat. I'm quite grumpy about this. The weight keeps going up and I'm really watching the calorie intake (although not exercising. The time, there is none!). In fact (I'm now counting down the seconds to when I get a phone call from my mom...) I'm going to have blood taken today to check my thyroid. I've also had some serious hair loss (just ask Greg how much he hates my hair clogging the shower drain) and tiredness (more than the usual "I have 5 kids" type) and a few other possible symptoms. Usually if I watch what I eat for a few weeks, the scale easily goes back below 140 for me. Instead it keeps going up and it's pissing me off. Seriously 150lb is way too close at the moment (I'm 5'3" by the way) and I'm going to give up eating. (Seriously.)
Zach's home from school and I have a million and two errands to run. Isn't that always the way? He's sort of okay, just like last night (I think he has the low grade fever thing Kyle had the other day) so he'll be going out with me.
I have a Girl Scout meeting tonight that I haven't planned. I know, I'm a broken record with the "not planning Girl Scout meetings until the day of." And because irony loves me so, everyone wants to buy cookies now that the sale is over. Of course during the sale I couldn't get anyone to take cookies. I kicked my own butt to get the boxes sold through Emily and Ally so the troop wouldn't get hit with unsold boxes. I'm actually feeling rather violent about the whole cookie sale thing right now and I will NOT be doing it next year.
Oh yeah the twin's birthday is Saturday and I have nothing planned or gifts purchased. Who's brilliant idea was it to have two children 10 days before Christmas? They want Gameboy DS's. I don't want to buy them. But their Christmas/birthday lists were of no help with all the random crap that they wrote down just because it popped into their head and not that they really wanted it like "my own room", "Santa costume", "umbrella", and "new blue baby blanket" that it was hard to enough to buy Christmas gifts.
The Christmas tree is not up. Our house was all pretty last year at this time. And don't forget the outside lights. The kids have not seen Santa. Obviously the Christmas cards aren't finished. I'm really doing a horrible job at this Christmas spirit crap.
I think I'm done ranting. I'm still not in a better mood though.
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