The one with swearing

Mommy is being a bitch today. Cranky. Crabby. Feeling the need to go take a baseball bat to a tree. Warning: I feel like swearing. Alot.

I tried using her new slim in 6 DVD, but the DVD rom that CAME with the laptop needs a driver play DVDs. Not just some DVDs, all DVDs.

And I can't use the DVD player with the TV, because the TV is right outside the kid's upstairs. And Abby just went down for a nap. Finally.

As a side note, I did get to use the TV upstairs after I put Mark down for a nap. The workout was hard and felt great, but I can safely say that was the high point of my day.

I can't get the Fucking fire started. The fire is usually out when we get up in the morning. Most mornings I scoop ashes, bring in some kindling and newspaper, and light a new fire. It can take from 20 minutes to a few hours to start, depending how wet and cured the wood is. It is a quarter to four in the afternoon and I can't get paper to take.

I woke up stiff and sore. Not hung over sore. Creak-in-the-neck-that-won't-go-away-even-with-Advil-sore.

I haven't emptied the dishwasher yet. The dishes are piled everywhere in the kitchen.

I have piles of clothes all over the floor that Mark won't leave alone. Laundry is my *favorite* chore.

I forgot to start new listings on Sunday night for E-bay, so my whole rhythm is off.

I need a shower.

I snap at the kids for breathing too loud.

Mark won't listen.

I can't get the kids to take a nap at the same time for the life of me.

I just want silence.

I just want 5 minutes for myself.

I keep bouncing back and forth between needing to scream my lungs out and needing to cry.

Or scream, "Shut the Fuck up already will you!" FUCK, FUCK, FUCK, FUCK, FUCK.

On a side note I did finish my period yesterday. So maybe this is PMS.