There is a line in Steel Magnolias that goes something like, "Nice? I'm nice -- I've just been in a bad mood for thirty years!"
I didn't used to be so crabby. Honest. I knew how to be nice. I still know how to be nice. Trouble is, nowadays, I just don't give a rat's patootie whether I am or not. Whatever hormone menopause dried up must be the one that makes you want to be nice, because I am fresh out of nice. I see myself becoming a dried up old crone that scares all the little kids in the neighborhood.
I can't sleep. I feel very anxious with no specific reason that I can see. I have a lot to do tomorrow and I already know I'm going to be tired and short tempered.
This is a rotten weekend for this to happen. I have to be "on" all weekend (my SIL is visiting), when all I want to do is put loud, angry music on the headphones and lock myself in my room. mrMimi is asking, "why can't you be more social with my family?" Oh honey. I don't really think you want me to answer that one.
I don't want to say more. It could get pretty ugly. Marriage is just such a gigantic pain in the ass sometimes.
Oh yeah. One more thing. If I ever decide to redecorate again, kindly push me off a cliff.



