What a Bitch!

Stark-raving-immature-lunatic-bitch.

Not you. Me.

Instead of focusing on the fact that the laundry is done, I focus on the fact that 4 loads of washed and dried clothes are on the couch, unfolded and wrinkled. Not that Hubbie made sure that it was all done, but the fact that it wasn't done the way I want it to be done.

Even in the midst of it I know I'm having an immature, childish fit. I know that it's stupid. I know that I'm being a bitch. I know that I don't want to behave this way and/or be a bitch. Even still, the more I focus on what I think that I should be focusing on (the fact that for instance, the laundry is done and done is good, and/or the fact that I'm being childish expecting things be done my way all of the time) the more pissy I get.

I'm really tired from this past week's events. Being over tired is not good for me. Makes it extra difficult to be gracious and thankful. Believe it or not, I really am thankful for all of the things that I do have.

Among those things I'm thankful for: Twig hasn't had a fever since Saturday afternoon. Wood and he are out and about shopping so that I can clean the house. A clean house will help the pissies go away. Guess I'd better get to it.