Well, hi there! How are you? I’m cranky, nice to meet you.
Making me cranky? First up, it’s my not-a-resolution-dammit need to lose a few pounds, as I am currently experiencing a pants crisis in which the only pair I have that fit are my Pie Party Pants, supposedly meant to allow for massive amounts of buffet-style eating, and now barely zip up. I haven’t been able to get into my favourite pair of purple cords for months so I am trying to do something about it, but doing something about it means eating less crap, and since crap makes up a good 30% of my daily diet, eating less crap makes me CRANKY.
The other day my son accidentally opened the dishwasher while it was still running, and I sighed and gently explained about being more aware of our surroundings and how to listen for the sounds of rushing water and blah blah, and he nodded and was grateful I handled it all so well, then THREE FREAKING MINUTES LATER he did it again, and I was like MOUNT SAINT HELENS, erupting all over his poor little shoulders.
Warning: MAMA HUNGRY.
Also making me cranky? The state of my house right now.
This is my living room:
And here is my office:
And here is the playroom:
That’s happening because we are having our basement finished, starting today, and we had to bring half the stuff from down there up to the main level. Which is good! And I’m excited! I just wish it didn’t feel so much like an episode of Hoarders in here. GAH.
I’ll post some happier reno pics when I’m in a better mood. Which will likely be shortly after I break down and eat an entire tube of Pringles. IT’S HAPPENING, DAMMIT.
[* Title shamelessly stolen from Allison, who is sometimes surly but always hilarious.]
TurtleHead 
We rented a storage locker for our crap when the basement was being redone. It’s worth your sanity. Our project was three months and you know, when we finally got around to getting all the stuff back about a year later, we had ourselves a good purge…. Trust me on this one. Get the storage locker.
Hm…that thought didn’t even enter my head. Very tempting…will talk to Sir Monkeypants tonight!
I don’t blame you for being cranky! Just the pictures are giving me hives.
Mmmmm…. Pringles….
(Agree with Lisa Sansom – storage units for short-term use are awesome.)
Hi Cranky, I’m Crabby. I don’t have major renovations to cope with, but I’m trying to lose a few (a lot!) of pounds.
I have a jingle in my head now. “for moving, and storage, it’s P.O.D.S. pods.”
You could store the stuff in your driveway for a month until you’re ready to bring it all back in. No need to feel claustrophobic in your own home.
Oh sigh. I feel like you are my sister. Not just the crankyness (and the reaction to the kid doing the same thing twice, because that=me) but also because you have the same Ikea chair and ottoman thingy, in the EXACT SAME COLOUR. lol
Honestly, my mood could not be worse and I apologize in advance for saying this, friend, but this post made me laugh and made me feel better. I am not laughing AT your misery, because I have been there and am still there in so many ways but because you have a great way with words!!
Chin up. And spring is coming, with its lovely fresh greens that are all calorie free. You too will get there, eventually, like me (unless I maim someone first, that is).
🙂