Stick In The Mud
I’m grouchy. I have been for a few days now.
Why you ask?
Work isn’t overly stressful at the moment. Little MPB is doing great with the exception of teething misery. Mr. MPB seems to be getting by alright. Our house doesn’t look like a tornado just went through it, just a toddler storm, which I can totally live with. I’m not overly exhausted at the moment. Of course I miss our dog, but that sadness isn’t the cause of 3 days straight of grouchy. Really, nothing has gone catastrophically horribly, so I’m not sure why I’m so miserable.
Yet, here I am, just a giant stick in the mud. Generally I’m waking up grouchy, I’m spending my days grouchy and then I’m going to bed grouchy. I’m so grouchy I even feel bad for Mr. MPB whose trying to cheer me up, but nothing is really working, not even my beer for lunch yesterday.
I’m so grouchy I don’t even want to write today. And so, with that, I’m going to go be grouchy all by myself and go sit on the couch watching morning cartoons, rather then work. Maybe Scooby-Doo and the gang or Pinky and Brain will cheer me up?
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