Some days

Some days, I want to come here and be funny and entertaining.
And some days I do.
But some days, even when I want to be funny, I can't find it.
Because some days my funny is buried under all the crappy.
Some days crappy feels like it's taking over.
Some days crappy kidnaps my thoughts and steals my breath.
Giving in to the crappy is called for some days.
Fighting back, making room for the happy & the funny, also happens some days.
Some days, I can't decide.
So maybe I'll do both.

Crabby appleton

When we were little and in a bad mood, my mom would call us a "crabby appleton." She actually had a little song she would sing --

"Crabby appleton, go to bed,
Close your eyes, lay down your head..."

The song would either make us laugh or make us crabbier. I think I need my mom to sing to me because today I am crabby.

I think it started when I realized that I fell asleep during the Colts game. I tried to watch the highlights, but that wasn't enough to fill the football craving I had. Then Mike wasn't moving as fast as I wanted him to this morning, which made me mad. I told him so, which made him mad. And it's just gone on from there.

Charlie couldn't find his basketball shorts, which caused the whole house and everyone in it to be turned upside down. Mike snapped at me. I skipped Charlie's basketball game to get the house in some semblance of order (my decision), then I was P.O.'d when Mike called to say what a great game Charlie was having.

I sat down to watch the Colts game on DVR as I folded laundry, only to find that we hadn't recorded it. What I planned to make for dinner turned out to take way longer than I'd anticipated so it will have to wait until tomorrow (unless we want to eat at 10pm tonight).

My garbage disposal is broken. My laundry is out of control. My normal response to stress and a bad day would be to eat something awful for me (but delicious), but I can't do that because a.) this Better U challenge and b.) I don't have anything awful in the house (see a.). I could really use a margarita or a Mike's hard lemonade or a Blue Moon ale, but we don't have any of that in the house either.

I've tried to tell myself that the people in Haiti would be happy to have these problems, but that only irritates me more.

It's just one of those days. Ever have one?