I don't know if the kids were on sugar overload and choosing not to listen to anything (yes), or if I was extremely irritable and grumpy (YES), or some formula combination of the 2, but somewhere about 30 minutes after our morning Easter egg hunt, things went downhill with my attitude.
Nothing made me feel better.
I tried working out, thinking punching and kicking would get some aggression out. Avalon came in and took my weights, turned off the TV and started bouncing on the couches. Workout FAIL.
I tried taking a breather in my bedroom to get some quiet time. Both kids followed me. Disappearing act FAIL.
I tried making lunch for everyone, thinking food would make me feel better. Nobody could decide on what they wanted and nobody ate their food. Lunch FAIL.
I tried going outside with the kids thinking the sunshine would make me feel better. It was cold and dreary and the kids argued over sharing a parachute man they got in their Easter basket. Even though they each got 2 parachute men. They fought over one man. Because his parachute was green. Sunshine FAIL.
In between Avalon's talking back and annoying sassiness, her cuteness wasn't even making it better. And Loudoun selectively hearing 1/2 of the sentences I said, HUH? about put me over the edge. Not PMSing, not overly tired, just having one of those days.
Thank goodness for my husband.
He packed us all in the car and took us for a drive. We never got out of the car, we just drove through the canyon. And even though the kids yelled and giggled and told annoying jokes, it was finally a time I could zone out and ignore them. Funny since they were within 2 feet of me. But then Avalon fell asleep, and Loudoun got involved in a video game on my phone, and I had quiet time. And I thanked Rick.
And then he was brilliant and brought us home to create our Easter garden. He took charge and divied up tasks for the kids to do, and I sat back with the camera and watched him parent alone for awhile. Well, it didn't last long because of course they were having too much fun and I wanted to join them, and my bad mood disappeared.
I love my family, they are the greatest, and life wouldn't be the same without them. But I needed to vent. I hope you don't mind, internet.
Maybe Rick's nice HAM dinner will be the final thing to turn this mood around...Rick has me on a roll with the canyon drive and gardening. Mmmm, glazed ham. Should do the trick.