I have been cranky as hell today and for no apparent reason. I woke up happy enough. Then this afternoon, I was settling in to fold laundry and watch a movie. R was outside with Adrian and J was in her room playing with Polly Pockets and listening to an audio book. All was right with the world. I was enjoying the movie and not even feeling guilty since technically I was doing a chore at the same time.
The movie was The Departed. A pretty good movie. It does have quite a bit of swearing in it, but the kids were off and busy. Leonardo DiCaprio is great in it, and I must say he is getting hotter and hotter. It must be the tough guy roles he’s playing.
Then R comes in looking for something new to do. I don’t want to stop my movie so I pawn him off on J. Usually, they can play really well together, but today J decides
to be snotty she wants to continue to play by herself. They keep coming out of the room complaining about one another and finally J locks herself in her room.
R, now alone and not able to occupy himself, asks me to go and collect wood with him in the back field. He’s all into collecting wood lately because he gets to drive the tractor. He just learned how to do it, and now that’s all he wants to do.
Most of the time, I’m totally into spending time outside with my son, but today I was happy folding laundry and admiring Leo. R just didn’t let up, though, and I gave in…but in a very grumpy way. Man, I acted like a spoiled brat. It’s like I was watching myself being a total bitch but I couldn’t stop myself. I even felt how my face was all scrunched up into a scowl.
That’s why I’m on here. I had to get away from my family before I totally bit their heads off. Take my sudden bad mood, mix it with the colourful language I was just watching on The Departed, and I was about to start saying some pretty hurtful stuff. And what for? Because I wasn’t getting my own way. How’s that for some truth? You’d think an eight year old was writing this, heh?