Before the Glass of Wine...

My inner and outer thighs are already sore. Maybe it's actually the front and back of my thighs that hurt so bad? Ugh! It's just the whole dang thigh, from my knees to my hips, it's all aching. Not even three hours after my Tighter Assets strength class, and the pain is setting in. 

The flipping Dog is barking outside. Our windows are open, so I know every other person in the house can hear him barking as well, but no one gets up to get him! Kelsey is farting around (not doing homework, again!) and she thinks I'm the one who is mean because I have become impatient. The dog is barking and my irritation is at a level 9. My legs hurt so bad and I'm sitting here trying to decide if it's better to just get up and get the dog, or get up and tell my family I'm pissed at all of them for not doing it themselves. I decide the 2nd option is best, (it's closer and therefore less painful to gripe at the family). As I walk to the bedroom (my husband hears me coming) so he jumps up saying "I'll go get the dog." Seriously?! UGH! I do not tell my family I'm pissed. Instead I walk back to my office and say nothing. Kelsey is in the kitchen and she's humming. HUMMING incessantly while she does her homework. Why does this make me want to hurl her out the kitchen window? I say "Shush up Kelsey" and she says "well, Sssaaawwrreee" (that's a long drawn out snotty "sorry"). All is quiet for 8 seconds. Then her phone starts up. Ping...silence...ping...silence...ping. "Kelsey, quit texting and finish your homework!" She says "What? It's not my fault, THEY are texting ME." Ping... Ping... Ping... "Shut off your phone!" and again, I'm mean and grouchy. "Fine, I'm a mean ol' grouch. Shut it off!" A big huff of air, and I hear the phone shut down. 10 minutes later, she says she is too tired. She needs to go to sleep. "Is your homework done?" She says it's almost done. 

I want to stab myself in the eyeball with a fork! Why is this so difficult?! Why does normal everyday stuff have to be so freaking difficult? SERIOUSLY!  Just let the dog in the house. Pick up your toys. Shut the cabinet doors. Turn off lights when you leave the room! Stop fighting with your sister! Stop yelling "MOM!" from the other side of the house. Put your dishes in the sink. Why are there saltine crackers on the floor in front of the T.V.? You are laying right next to the cordless phone, why am I running across the house looking for it, (to answer it) and it is ringing RIGHT NEXT TO YOU! Seriously! You can't pick up the freaking phone?! Brush your teeth. Flush the toilet. Wait... a turd and no toilet paper!? I can't take this anymore! For Crying Out Loud... Wipe your rear end, flush the toilet and (I know this is pushing it) wash your hands! 

My kids are 7 and 12. My husband is 41. Is this too much to ask? Are my expectations out of line? Where did I go wrong? Really. Where did I go wrong?

I sat down to write on my blog about weight loss struggles and successes. My legs are killing me (Oh, sorry, had I mentioned that already?) and my family is driving me nuts!  I need Advil, Aspercreme (or Ben-Gay, whatever is in the house) and a large glass of wine. 

I hope this is PMS. If it's not PMS, then I am a cranky, grouchy, mean, irritable, and unhappy person. I'm going to have a glass of wine. I do have really great news to share. So, I will drink one glass of wine and write more in a bit...