Punchy Monster Syndrome

When Brandon woke me up this morning I hurled my pillow across the room at the closet doors.

Good Morning Sunshine!

I probably didn't wake up eager to greet the day.

Now, I'm a pretty smart cookie and I know that if you wake up bound and determined to have a no good very bad awful grouchy day then you will have a no good very bad awful grouchy day.
But can I be honest and say that every time that chipper little positive girl in my head said "find the good, choose to be happy" I felt like screaming at her and saying "I haven't slept in six days! All I want to do is climb back in bed! I'm tired! I'm frustrated! My house is a mess! I have piano lessons coming! My husband is in harvest! My baby is, not only sick for the 12th day in a row, but has broken out in a rash! My Landon is ... a Landon! and if you so much as make one more perky comment to me I am going to punch you in the nose!"

You think this might be what PMS (punchy monster syndrome) sounds like?

By noon my all consuming thought was to crawl into a large vat of pretzel caramel ice cream sundae and shovel bite after bite into my face and then pass out in a pile of sticky meltedness...
and I don't even like ice cream.

I was in a dark place.

And really, I would have never gotten to this dark place if life would have just let me stay in my preferred dark place: MY BED.

In an effort to be grateful for my blessings and avoid punching perky positive people. (brought to you by the letter P) I wanted to accumulate a list of today's "day makers". In doing so I give in to the chipper little girl in my head and concede, there is far more good in my life than bad, and dang it, I need to choose to be happy. And I will, once I get back in bed.

Today's Day Makers:

• my free chocolate chip cookie from subway
• paying the girl 50c to clean the bathroom (I would have done it for no less than $2)
• the scrunchy man grin Max gave me when he realized I was about to feed him.
• playing chutes and ladders with Cooper (he cheats BTW)
  
• my man is his bright orange safety vest (such a sight for sore eyes.)
• 6 of my 8 piano lessons for the day canceling (I know, I lost money, but on a day like today it's for the best.)
  

And the all-time best day maker:

• Landon mooning my piano student (and me... and the car driving by... and practically the whole neighborhood) in an effort to pee outside.

I dare say even Oscar the Grouch would have cracked a smile seeing his little naked bum scurry across the front yard in an effort to not be seen.

Cracked!
Get it?
Even in my most grumpy state
I still manage to be ridiculously witty
... some things never change.

side note: Doesn't this make you want to take piano lessons from me? I offer perks few piano teachers would even dream off. It's an experience you'll not soon forget.



Here's to an ice cream sundae, cuddling with my best friend, and a 7 o'clock bed time.