Somebody woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning.
Fussy and impossible to please.
Cowlicks fighting valiant attempts at taming from the brush.
Spilled coffee on the floor.
Pulverized crumbs into the floor on top of the earlier spill.
Upended and opened a poopy diaper.
Got into a fight with her shirt untucking it and then batting at it.
Had a really grumpy and combative attitude.
Dissolved into tears 3 or 4 times.
But enough about mom…
Anyone else feel like moving to Australia?
Guess even that is out for me because with my paralyzing fear of flight the damn trip would reduce me to wrapping my arms around myself, rocking to and fro while moaning unintelligible pleas that I not die.