Don’t Bump the GRUMP!!! (and other stories from the Gitter House)

Seriously, I don't know what has happened to me, but am I ever pissed off. Sorry for the profanity, but that is the only way to describe it, actually a few more expletives would greater describe it….but I am trying to tone it down.

I don't know whether it is hormones, stress at the prospect of returning to work in two weeks, or just plain irritation but man you do not want to be in my company these days.

Yesterday Sam asked me about 10 times why I was mad at him, before finally delving into a mood to match my own. It seems every time Shiloh looks at me and says "mama" in that sweet little low voice of hers she is really saying "hey b$@&H, why are you leaving me, you must not love me….boy are you going to pay for this".

GUILT, it is the motherhood curse. Guilt because we don't spend enough time with our kids, guilt b/c we have spent too much time playing and not enough time cleaning, guilt b/c we need our husbands help in a way our mothers never did, guilt because we don't make enough money and now guilt because we choose to go back to work and make money instead of spending time with our babies. Yikes, this is pretty heavy isn't it? Well, no shit it is on my shoulders and it feels like a small house.

Well, I have found a solution to the funk I am in. I bought myself a new, rather large bottle of Kahlua, 4L of milk and I know there is some vodka in the cupboard. Today, I am too busy to pay proper attention to the bottle of Kahlua. But tomorrow….ahhh tomorrow I have big plans for that bottle. Just talking about it seems like a small part of that heavy house has lifted off my shoulders.

Ahhhh, who needs a shrink when you have a bottle of booze? Here is to no more "no good very bad days".

Cheers to that!