Tea is better than sand paper.

I am irritated.

No, not one specific thing has irritated me; a combination of choices made by others has.

Hmm. Where to begin?

First, I want to lay down and rest my eyes. I think I've had an eye strain headache for two days. I ask a certain someone if he wants to cuddle. That's ALL I mean. He wants something else and I want to be left alone. The dog also wants to lay on me, or really, my side of the bed. I want to kick everyone out now. I don't lay down and rest my eyes, since I have had sandpaper scraped across my back. Well, I thought it was sandpaper. It's my husband's hand.

Second, I am just out of the shower. The "cuddler" thinks it's great that he walks silently. It's great when he's hunting. Well, I'm not prey and it pisses me off! Knock on the door, don't sneak up! I scream in fright, which makes the head hurt worse. He thinks it's funny. I ain't laughing and tell him to get out.

Third, I HATE arriving anywhere late. If I can't be there five minutes before show time, I consider myself late. I DESPISE showing up late. It's 7 minutes before we are to leave for church. Hub ain't ready and I don't have the child home. He's at the gym. I call said child and tell him he has ten minutes to get home, we're going to church. If he doesn't show at church, he ain't going snow boarding. He calls back and whines that he's ten minutes from home and won't be there in time. While this conversation is going on, someone else is loitering around and hasn't showered. I tell child, "No church, no boarding." Then I stress that I'm serious with my parting words. "Try me."

I look for the loiterer and he is nowhere to be find. It is now 15 minutes before church starts. It takes 15 minutes just to get there. I grab my keys, my stuff and leave. I am seething. I get situated in the sanctuary; five minutes past start time, the loiterer shows up. He reports he saw my son turning into the street when he left. This doesn't make me happy. It just turns up the burner on an already boiling pot.

The child shows up ten minutes after the loiterer. He knows I am not pleased adn keeps his mouth shut; if only the loiterer/father/husband/significant other would just follow those leads.

It is now after church and the dog needs food. He's out. Loiterer has NEVER bought food for the hound. Where do you buy it? What kind? WHAT?!?!

I tell him nevermind, I'll get it. He offers, so I tell him to go to Wal Mart; it's cheaper.

Is it on a food aisle? NO!

Then where is it? ARE YOU SERIOUS?

I give him the most specific directions I can and sincerely hope he can finish the job.

I go home and make my hot tea. At least that'll make me happy.