Now What Do I Do?

Kids are asleep and Himself is at Rehearsal. So I'm catching up on emails. And blogging.

I've had a couple of extremely cranky days recently. Seems the Squids have found which buttons to push to open my skin up and crawl right under.

Hey, maybe you guys out there can answer this. I get the feeling it's a "duh" sort of question, though. What is the effing deal with butts and farts with boys?! Even though, now the Girl is piping in with her fart-fart adjectives.

Burping I get. It's funny. Misterpher has the ability to gulp air and burp at will. Or at anyone for that matter. Frankly, I envy that skill. Along with Architect's son being able to make a farting sound using his hand in his armpit. ("You see, you gotta sweat some, but then let it dry a bit." Ew.)

Penises, yup, I get that too. But I am so over the farting in a room - I mean really letting the SBD rip - and finding it hugely funny to watch your close family members asphyxiate on the Play-doh stained carpet.

Interruptions are pissing me off. OH! And the Girl took some scissors and cut some yarn I was saving for a project. Not even the beer I had at lunch saved me. *sigh*

And THEN to top it all off, Himself comes home early, hugs me and says he's been thinking of me all day!

"What have you thought about me?"

"That I love you, would be lost without you and..." - my guilty conscience has blocked the rest of the niceties out. That stinker. How dare he love me even though I am being a total bitch! He's got enough pearls in his crown in heaven. Is he going for diamonds now?!

Yeesh, now I gotta get over myself and be nice to everyone.

Man.