Or is everyone aggravated?
Stressed, irritable, impatient and exhausted?
Is everyone's fuse about 2 centimeters long, like mine?
Anyone else letting their children watch way too many Elmo dvds to pass the endless day in peace?
How about feeling the need to go to confession everyday, like me?
Who else is having to apologize profusely to their husband or children for the mini tantrums you're throwing?
Am I the only one thinking, what's wrong with me?
Someone - tell me it's not just me. But if you get on here and tell me you're fine and actually quite pleasant - be careful. I might just tell you to shut up.
So, in the hopes of relinquishing all personal responsibility for my emotions and actions, I've created a list of possible explanations for their depreciation:
Satan (everything bad is probably his fault, right?)
This crazy 100+ degree summer (hmm, that also sounds a bit like Hell)
The Law of Gravity (What goes up must come down, i.e. a great vacation is surely followed by a less than ideal daily life)
The purchase of new concrete floors poured into the garage of a house we can't sell
That last bit of baby-weight that refuses to leave your side
A three year old girl who's discovered the meaning of sass
A day void of Cherry Coke because you've basically given it up altogether
Paying utilities for a house you don't even live in
Surely these have at least a little to do with my rising blood pressure, right? Or is it just me?
Stop by tomorrow. Maybe my post will be a little less dramatic.