Found this blog recently and love it. While I may not agree on all her points- I certainly feel it triggers thoughts and gets the rusty cogs turning in my brain. THAT I love. I like people that make me think.
I also like a little wit and sarcasm. And a touch of snarkyness thrown in doesn't hurt.
I blame the hormones.
At least I hope it's the hormones, but I feel a bit snarky and rude lately and not near as remorseful about it as I should be. I get this way sometimes.
My husband however may have gotten the brunt of it the other night and for that I AM sorry. I may have accidently broken his toe- at the very least bruised it- by throwing a bucket of wheat on him- not on purpose- he was just there. So what did I say? Sorry- you were in the way. Ugh. Rude. Sorry Babe. Yes, the children were on the stairs yelling at me and yes, I was totally consumed with getting ice out of the freezer to satisfy my intense NEED for ice and yes, it had been a really long day. But I still am sorry that I hurt you in the first place and then was rude about it afterward.
See folks? I'm not perfect. I don't spend all day taking my kids to the pool and playing ball and eating popsicles and making PB&J in star-shaped sandwiches. (Which I am now craving a PBnJ in the shape of a star....or perhaps a tunafish sandwich on white bread with pickles and iceberg lettuce...dang) Sometimes I throw containers of wheat and then blame my husband for having his feet in the way. And I
But hey I posted today and *if* you're reading this then chances are you, too, are neglecting laundry or dishes or yardwork and now I don't feel so bad. Thanks.
Now back to what I was supposed to be doing...