I am very annoyed that I do 95% of the cooking in this house, and yet, my husband is effortlessly a much better chef than I am. I can only cook through careful measurement and strict adherence to recipes; he gets in there and is all, a little this, a little that, add some zing, and POW, awesomesauce. ANNOYING.
I recently watched The Hangover and while it was very amusing, I am peeved that they never explained how Phil (minor spoiler) ended up in the hospital. It is like a bitter little mosquito buzzing around in my brain. Even the internet provides no answers. I AM PEEVED.
I have discovered something weak about myself: when I am in a bad mood, the happy moods of my children piss me off. If I am grumpy and want to stomp around the kitchen banging pots, while they are running through the house squealing and chasing each other with joy, I feel the overwhelming need to yell at them to CUT IT OUT. Because when Mama is unhappy, the world is unhappy! GOT IT? I’m a small, small woman.
I cleared my lawn of dandelions through the power of hand weeding. Then the next morning, I cleared it again. And again. And again, Repeat a hundred thousand times. DANDELIONS SUCK. I don’t even LIKE the outdoors.
Remember how I cut through my left thumbnail with a knife a few weeks ago? It finally split right in half yesterday, and now I am holding it together with the sticky side of a band aid because my husband a) had the brilliant idea to super glue it together but then b) threw out the super glue and so c) I can’t do anything but delicately pamper it and curse our lack of super glue. AND, I stupidly went and pulled a hangnail on my RIGHT thumb, so now I have band aids on BOTH thumbs, which annoys me when I type or do dishes or peel oranges or EXIST. I AM ANNOYED.
Those kids better not DARE to be smiling when I pick them up from school today.
TurtleHead 
On the subject of weeds – when we started looking for a new house last year, I was sufficiently annoyed with weeds (and yard work in general) that we made a point of giving extra points to houses with no grass, and we ended up buying one. No lawn work is total bliss, and frankly I don’t think the kids care one bit. I certainly don’t.
(There are still plants, and I still have to weed occasionally, but it’s a tiny fraction of what I used to have to do.)
i, too, bang an occasional pot. I too pulled a hangnail & am sporting a (Spiderman) bandaid. i, too, detest dandelions. i just realized i must also be a small small woman.
i was in a good mood.
Sarah
I’ve decided that dandelions are pretty and I don’t need to pick them. They’re not weeds at all. Problem solved!
I respect and admire this creative solution. But your neighbors might not appreciate it when your dandelions bloom and spread to their lawns. Just sayin’.
I am with you Mary Lynn. You can’t win people!
That would suck! My husband occasionally cooks something palatable, but there’s no WAY he’s a better cook than I am. And even if he was, the kids would lie about it because they like me better. And when I’m cranky I hate ANYONE who’s cheerful. Actually when I’m cranky I just hate everyone. Actually I hate most people most of the time. I am not a nice person.
I hated the Hangover. I found myself obsessing about putting the baby in the car with no proper car seat. I’m all escapist like that, apparently.
Just so you don’t yell at me, I am totally not smiling after reading this post.
Your husband superglued your finger together? And you let him? You guys are bad-ass! That’s a great idea! As for the old adage “If mama ain’t happy, ain’t nobody happy,” cut yourself some slack, I think it’s our god given right to make those around us who are delirious with joy miserable when we are. We did after all push them out a small opening in our bodies. We get first dibs on misery.
I hear that cats eat dandelions 😉
i had 9 hours sleep last night and feel like a million bucks so, well, I’m just gonna go now.
*i have had pisser of days like you just outlined though*