Monday, 24 June 2013

Poor, poor me.

I'm sitting here today feeling completely and absolutely sorry for myself. Which I know is completely and absolutely ridiculous. After all, I am 41 years old, and that's too old to be feeling sorry myself. And plus, I don't have time to be feeling sorry for myself. I have a trailer to get cleaned out and ready to go for camping this coming weekend, (it has to be done today 'cause my husband had to move it out of the back alley today) the floors need to be vacuumed and mopped, I have two bathrooms that are absolutely disgusting, (in my defense-for those of you who read my post on being lazy-I have been sick for more than two weeks and ended up with bronchitis so that is why they are so gross!) and loads and loads of laundry.
Why is there never an end to the laundry?!?
(Here it is. My disgusting bathroom-slash-laundry room with one load in the washer, another in the dryer,
and one folded and put away. Plus, I did three loads yesterday. Poor, poor me.)


 And yet, that is exactly what I am doing. Feeling sorry for myself. I am still not feeling 100% which I am sure is playing a large part of why I am feeling sorry for myself, but still. I should be able to suck it up.
I'm trying.
But I think I may be loosing the battle. I was in the disgusting bathroom-slash-laundry room putting in my first load of laundry for the day, when I heard my kids yelling at each other in the kitchen. So, being the calm, rational person that I am, I immediately started yelling back (from inside the bathroom-slash-laundry room with the door closed while I completed putting the first load of laundry in the washing machine) and telling them that "this is not going to be the summer of hell for me!" (Yes, I said hell.)
Really? What does that even mean?
I then proceeded to corner each of them to yell at them some more,
informing them that I was, quote,
 "sick and tired of all the yelling that goes on in this house".
Yes. I know. Hypocrite much?
So now, not only am I feeling sorry for myself, I also feel like I should probably have my mother's licence revoked. Why oh why do I resort to such childish behaviour?  Sigh.
So, one of the reason's why I am feeling sorry for myself is because my feelings got hurt. And it is so ridiculous because I know that the cause of why my feelings got hurt was totally unintentional, and was due in large part to a miscommunication.
(And, no, folks, it was not my hubby!)
Anyway, I questioned the cause of my hurt feelings, and got a perfectly good explanation regarding what happened, and now I am sitting here with egg on my face.
So, not only am I feeling sorry for myself because my stupid (I know, stupid is a bad word.) feelings got hurt, I am also feeling sorry for myself because I ended up looking like a complete idiot. Double sigh.
Not only am I loosing the battle, I may also be loosing my mind.
I need to grow up.
And, I suppose I should stop whining. I have work to do.
Maybe in the process of cleaning my house, I may be able to find my lost mind.
And I guess I should probably apologize to my children.
 Maybe they will re-instate my mother's licence.