Saturday, May 31, 2008

Pity Party

I'm in a stinking, rotten mood. Why? I have no idea. The sun is shining, it's beautiful, the humidity is down, the birds are singing...and all I want to do is chuck a rock at the damn bird singing on the fence post in the yard.

I woke up this morning and it was like the storm clouds from last night's severe weather took up residence right over my head. I went to the fabric store this morning (and really, who couldn't be happy in a fabric store??) and felt ornery and mean the whole time. I got the lining for #3's dress, along with a cute belt buckle and an invisible zipper--which is 2 inches shorter than needed and will require a slight pattern modification, but whatever. I couldn't find the binding I needed, but that doesn't come until the end, so it's okay. Then I looked at fabric for window treatments--only to be reminded that the living room isn't painted and I need new furniture, so it doesn't make much sense to create beautiful window treatments.

Then I went to Home Depot and nosed around for a while. Normally, I walk out of Home Depot happy as can be. Today though, I got even more upset because it occurred to me that this is the fourth summer we've been living in this house and the landscaping and grass is still a mess. Of course, the only resolution for that is for my husband to make a miraculous transformation into the type of uptight, goal-oriented person I am. That would not be a good idea, I know, but I would like for my daughter to run around in the yard without fear that she's going to step into a hole and break her ankle--or worse. The deck and fence both need to be stained and sealed. The tilling still isn't done. There's NO VEGETABLE GARDEN (again) this year. At least the tulips bloomed and looked pretty. Until the storms and strong wind literally snapped their beautiful blooming heads off and scattered them in the neighbor's yard.

Bah. I thought about taking a nap, but that just reminds me that I need to wash the sheets...and clothes...and everything else. I think things will look better tomorrow. It better, or I'm going to spontaneously combust.

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