The Bad Mood Mom Strikes Again

So I'm in a bad mood today.

It's not something I deliberately planned. It's as much a surprise to me as it is to my children.

And we are all so thrilled about it.

I guess I woke up like this. I haven't been sleeping well for going on a week. My throat is doing this sore/swollen thing. The glands in my neck have been swollen and sore (A doctor you say? Surely not!). I finally discovered if I cover my face with the sheet I can sleep for longer than twenty minutes at a time. But then I get hot because so much of me is covered up and I get all sweaty. Ugh. I hate that. The nights have not been blissful.

Plus with Grace and Sam, let's just say it's been challenging. Grace absolutely never stops talking. Seriously, she'll talk, talk, talk, ask a question, talk, talk, talk, repeat the question, tall, talk, talk, demand an answer, talk, talk, talk. She never gives you a chance to actually answer the question. Or, by the time you do she has no idea what you're talking about because she's been talking so much she can't remember the question. Plus, she's a sneaky little mastermind who comes up with wonderful schemes designed to get Sam in the maximum amount of trouble possible while she sits back and grins.

Yes, at the tender age of five she's one of them.

And then there's Sam. He "misses" absolutely everybody. You can be holding him on your lap and he'll turn around, bury his head on your shoulder, and tell you he "miss you." He also does this regarding the parent who is not around when he's getting into trouble (He misses hos dad all day long.). And he whines about everything. Every. Little. Thing. And he throws temper tantrums. Very loud, dramatic ones, with much sound but little actual tears. And he refuses to wipe his own nose.

Miracle is hiding in her room, taking the day off from school. I knocked on her door and warned her of the grumpiness because she probably was unaware of it. (She is a teenager, you know.) She didn't seem too surprised. Huh. How bout that.

Anybody want to trade? Maybe my bad mood would go too.