ammogirl

I had such a crappy start to my morning.  I didn’t want to wake up, I was cranky because I haven’t had nearly enough sleep for the past couple of days, I am already tired of studying for my next stripe….what else?  Work is completely stressful right now, with the having to learn everything in the entire world to ever happen ever, and I am WAYYYY behind on my Christmas shopping, and nobody wants to mail to APO addresses, which totally doesn’t help.  So, basically - I’m a crabby pants, right?  Like, while I’m tying my robe I’m mad at IT.  And the whole way down the stairs I’m trudging, and in my head I’m yelling at everything, and complaining about anything and everything, down to the tiiiiiiiiny drip of wax on the floor, because my life is Just So Hard, and even having to BREATHE pisses me off because why do I have to do EVERYTHINGGGGG**.  So, of COURSE, because living in the pit of hell and torture that is my life isn’t enough, I drop a jar of grape fucking jelly on the floor and it shatters, and glass and huge globs of purple sticky shoot everywhere, and it’s NOT EVEN FIVE IN THE MORNING YET.

I stand there a minute, and say "fuck", and then I say "goddamn", and I glare at the HUGE mess all over my kitchen and pantry, but even though I’m shooting deadly laser beams, it doesn’t clean itself up, because WHO HAS TO DO EVERYTHING?  ME**.  So I pick up the pieces, and then I wipe up the jelly, and then I vacuum, and then I mop, and I open up another jar of jelly and make the stupid sandwiches, and ONLY THEN, 30 minutes after I have woken up, do I sit down to drink my coffee, but I have to chug it, because now I am late, and I stay late, and cranky, all the way to the front gate on base, when I pull out my wallet to get my I.D. card, and I find the note my husband left me after hearing me bitch about my horrible morning.  The one that simply says "I love you", with the cutest heart ever.

And then I wasn’t crabby anymore.  And it didn’t even piss me off that I wasn’t.

Tschuss!!

**disclaimer: I don’t actually do "everything", by the way.  That was just the hormones bitching, with a touch of the dramatic thrown in for good measure.  Pretty much what I do around here is "nothing".