There are tons of silly little things which make me want to scream. I shall now complain. Please don't read this if you don't like to read complaining. :p
Stefan is always fussing and scratching at his, ears, eyes, neck, legs, and arms. I can't get the little bugger to stop and it often drives me to tears.
Grease on clothes. I can never have clothes more than a month without something stupid happening like a siblingal unit putting chapstick in the wash or candle wash splashing on it. This also can drive me to tears.
When I can't get anyone to sympathize with me because I can't get any sewing done due to the basement being an absolute FREEZER I want to cry some more. I haven't finished a sewing project in weeks and it's worse than being sick.
I got almost nothing done this whole week because of being sick. I missed out on two church services and skiing had to be postponed another week or more. I'm sick to death of sitting around the house. I want lots of burning hot sunlight right this instant. I want to be able to wear dresses and sandles (or BARE FEET!!!) every stinkin' day. I don't want to hear about how sunny it is in Florida or Hawaii. The sooner I'm as brown as a bear the better.
To break the monotony: Read Anna Mae Time. The link is right over there <<<.
Here's to falling asleep cranky.