Out of the weeds

Okay, I think I'm over my funk now. No, really this time. I was in a bad, bad place for most of last week and was avoiding blogging because I was pretty sure everyone would be utterly sick of hearing me whine one more time. But I'm back!

I was a total bitch to nearly everyone in my household for the entire week--the dog, Sister, and especially Husband. It got to the point where I was having visions of my behaviour causing us to divorce because I just couldn't figure out how to stop it. It was that bad. I guess it was just a bunch of things happening all at once, though none of them sound terribly dramatic. There was the sleep-deprivation piece of the puzzle, because Bean has been sleeping oh so crappily lately. (Husband was up from 2:30 til 3:30 last night, bless him.) I was sick or maybe having some godawful allergies, and just that on its own was making me hateful. Husband began having the same thing and was equally cranky. Sister was in rare form, just sensing that I was on that edge and could be messed with to great, dramatic, yelling effect. And as a result of her sleep problems, Bean was a little hellion on top of it all. Try explaining to a baby that if she would.just.sleep she'd be fine. It doesn't work. I tried it.

Oh, and I neglected to mention that we cancelled our damn yard sale Saturday, but only after I spent one entire day gutting every closet and kitchen cabinet we have and piling up great quantities of things into boxes all over the house. Husband came home that evening saying that they were predicting sever thunderstorms throughout the day Saturday and thought we should cancel. I wasn't totally convinced since the chance of rain was only 60% and for chrissakes, honey, LOOK AT ALL THIS STUFF I've got piled up here! But we did indeed cancel it. Arguing about it was going to end up with us yelling at each other so I caved. The weather Saturday? About 5 minutes of rain at 9:00 a.m and no more til late afternoon. Sumbitch.

Here I am now, though, and feeling back to my old self. Long overdue nookie with the spouse has worked wonders, as has actually going to the gym for the first time in almost a year. Shoving all those boxes of yard sale stuff up into the attic has helped because nothing pisses me off more than visual clutter in my house. I made an oatmeal-apple cake with cream cheese frosting yesterday and ate giant chunks of it right off the platter. Oh, and gardening chores are piling up which makes me cheerful rather than miserable. It's beautiful here again, the pollen has been washed down into the gutters in great, yucky, yellow puddles, and I have summer blooming bulbs to get into the ground while Bean sleeps. This is more like it.