|Lost in this moment|
Our house has been full of pissyness today. *laughs* Shelby has been alright, whiney here and there, but alright. James and I have both been super pissy, though. We don't mesh well when we're both pissy. I came this || close to running him over with a cart at Walmart earlier. Heh. And I'm totally not joking. I don't know if any of you are like this, but when I'm at a store where people are using shopping carts, I treat it like I do when I'm driving on the road. There are two ways to be pushing your cart. Stay in sync with the other shoppers and all is well. But you have those people who just want to do whatever they please. They are the ones walking the wrong way down the wrong side. Or just la la la laing right down the middle, almost running into every person they come across. I can't stand that. Too bad for me that my husband is one of those la la la laers. So as he's going whichever the way he wants and causing traffic jams in the aisles, I try to explain to him that he's being rude and needs to pick a side. He doesn't get it and gets ticked off that I called him rude. Which makes me even more pissy because, hello, he's being an idiot.
Yeah, that shopping trip turned sour quick. Luckily, it wasn't a long Walmart trip. We were just picking up a handful of things.
I was going to let Shelby stay up until nine tonight, but her whining and not listening to me got her there at 8:45. Close enough. But when I tell her to stop doing something or to remove herself from a situation (this time with the dog), I expect her to do it. I do not expect her to whine back at me and try to argue about why she should just continue on doing whatever it is I told her to stop doing. Pisses me right off.
Our plan for tomorrow is to get this house back in order. I'm not even kidding when I say it's hit the state of chaos. Especially our bedroom. The living room and kitchen are messy, but not too bad. Our bedroom? State of emergency in there, people. James is going to give Max a bath tomorrow and work on the outside of the house a bit. My plan is to blare some loud, angry music and work my butt off inside. I hope I can stick to that plan. ;)
Is it bad that I just want to hurl something at James right now? *laughs* He isn't doing anything at the moment, it's just an urge I have. Just wanna hit him in the head with, say, my fuzzy slipper. Just to do it. ;)
I should go to bed and end my pissyness. But I don't plan on doing that anytime soon.