Grumpy

Oh dear.

I am grumpy. Like really grumpy. Like this:




It started yesterday. I didn't get a lot of sleep this week. That's never good. And then there's that whole animal thing. And that boy. So I went and taught a spectacular, wonderful class where we laughed and had lots of fun--all 18 of us! The weather was beautiful, I flung my arms open and breathed in the crisp air.....

And then I came home.

So, being the enlightened soul I am, I knew that I was getting resentful and the last thing I should do is what I used to do, play the martyr and clean everything. I wisely chose to sit out back and try to take a nap. Those of you who know me, know how hard it is for me to not only do this but even to think of it. But I am determined. I drag a bunch of pillows and blankets and cushions out to the deck and lay down. I of course, need to get back up a dozen times for a multitude of reasons, the most annoying being those who insist that the uterus is a tracking device.

Anyway, I am just drifting off when the most horrendous sound starts jammering in my front yard. Mars Volta. Cory's cleaning his car.

For those of you not familiar with Mars Volta, let me give you an example of their sound. If someone took an ice pick and repeatedly jammed it into your skull while simultaneously raking nails down a chalkboard and screaming like a bunch of kids at Christmastime in WalMart, you would be close. Only even more annoying.

So. Being a good mom and resisting the impulse to immediately get the axe and give my son 40 whacks, I get up and find my Ipod and earphones and put beautiful yoga music on and lay back down trying to relax. Only I could not hear my music. And it was in my ears. That's how loud this cacophony of geese being clubbed was.

After a period of time waiting for him to finish or at least have the good sense to turn it down or half hoping the police would come and cart him off to some prison chain gang to clean up the highways....I finally stomp out there. Turn it down! Think of other people! Jeez!

So here's the funny part. Now he's not speaking to me because I'm self absorbed.

Words escape me. Imagine that.

What do you do when you're grumpy? Do you think Lizzie Borden had the right idea?

Don't even think of telling me to breathe through it.