Grumpy McGrumpster

I probably shouldn't be writing a blog.

I'm in a real pissy mood. Downright bad and nasty if I do say so myself.

And for those that know me, this kind of mood doesn't happen often. Rarely actually. Incredibly rarely.

But when it does, it really does!!

I thought that if I sat at the computer, poured myself a glass of grape (nevermind the time...I'm in a bad mood!!!), and attempted to vent some of my mood out through my fingers, (rather than through physical violence) then, well, maybe I might be able to salvage what could be a pleasant evening ahead of me. #1 is working. #2 is going to a buddies and, well, yeah...home alone with no children.... just imagine the potential!!

A foul mood, however, does not make for a fun time. And try as I might to figure out what has got me ticked right off, I can't really put my finger on it. Could it possibly be that the amount of stuff that has pissed me off and triggered the bad mood is so much that I don't even know where to begin? Possibly I've harboured it all for so long that I don't have a clue what's got me bugged....

If I was to try and find a place to start, it would probably be the state of my bathroom. I mean seriously.... ??? Do they not know how to hang up a towel? Put TP back on the holder? Quit pissing on the seat (it lifts you know...and it also goes back down!!!) I know, I know, same old shit, just a different day. I've griped about this before, and while I know it could possibly be getting old for you readers, imagine how old it's getting for me??

I LIVE WITH IT!!

Or that not one of them knows how, or when, to do the dishes? Or where the freakin' dishes belong once the yelling that took place for them to do the damn dishes has subsided and everything is said and done and put away and then I attempt to find the frickin' things? Hello??? What part of "this is where the plastics go, this is where the glass dishes go" do you not get??

Maybe it might be the laundry that gets washed, dried, folded and stacked, waiting for them to put it away, that still sits at the top of the stairs, or at the end of the bed, that inevitably finds its way back into the laundry because they were too lazy to put it away and when they were advised that I wanted all the laundry brought up, they brought the clean stuff up too. I'm getting kind of sick of washing clean clothes by the way. I'm sure Hydro loves me, but yeah.....

Or is that they do not have a freakin' clue of how to put something back where it belongs? I pick up and put away and then they say "oh, look what I found...I thought I lost this" and then leave it laying about, waiting for me to put it away....again!

I'm in a really bad mood. But I might be feeling a little better now.

Leave your emails and comments to yourself if they're nothing but supportive. I know you all have teenagers that are just like mine. And if not yet, you will have. And I promise to be supportive and keep my mouth shut when you bitch!

Ciao!