Judgy McJudgerson, Meet Ranty McRanterson

I have these days where I wake up, and I can just tell that it's gonna be One of Those Days. Today was one. I woke up and sat on the edge of the bed, trying to think of what day it was, and it dawned on me that I'd missed Blog Tuesday. I didn't have any topics on my mind, but I figured with a day that today was feeling like it would be, I'd have one soon enough. As the day has gone on (it's lunchtime), I was right. I know attitude is half of it, which of course is partially why I'm mad, because I feel like my attitude is a train with broken brakes. IT KEEPS COMING.

Today I am grumpy. I find that when I'm grumpy, I'm super easily annoyed. Things that normally just make me sigh are making me *headdesk* today. The dishwasher in my apartment doesn't get used anymore because it's a worthless piece of crap, but that of course means that I have to handwash...and I didn't yesterday, so guess what my sink is full of? I use the dishwasher for a drying rack for the mass amounts of dishes that stack up, because dishes are the chore I loath the most, after mopping. Today the door decided it didn't want to close, so I tried again. Nuh uh. A third time. Nope. I slammed it. And oh yay, a coffee mug handle broke. Not just a generic one, no, the one I was asked to buy as a souvenir in NM because we won't be there again for a long time, not in the same capacity we have been for the last 4 years. Awesome.

Oh, heeeeeeeeey, did you know that mac and cheese is a suitable substitute for confetti? No? Come look on my floor, let me educate you in the ways of toddler improvisation. It's a veritable minefield of yellow, squishy noodles, having been sprinkled to and fro by a delightfully entertained little boy. That same little boy likes to open the fridge...a lot....and eat sticks of butter. Or attempt to give me "subtle hints" (hint: they're not subtle) that he would like a drink by bringing me the beverage of his choice, no matter how heavy it is or how much of it he spills on his merry way to the ever-accommodating Mommy.

On these days, when I am so grumpy and it seems like Murphy and his legal team have moved in with me and are eating me out of house and home, I find myself perusing FB with an air of judgment. "I can't believe he did that." "Why did she think that was smart?" Fortunately, for the most part, I keep my mouth shut, because I'm usually of sound enough mind to realize that my sound-ness does not extend so far as to keep me from alienating people if I DO say something.

And so, here is my challenge to you. If it's one of those days for me and you hear me being Judgy McJudgerson, kindly tell me to shut my trap. I will be irritated and I will attempt to justify, and when that happens, remind me of this blog. Because here's why: these people I subject to the overflow of my bad days are my friends. Family. People I care about. If they're in my life there's a reason and most of them shouldn't be purged because I couldn't find it in myself to control my ire and said things I will definitely regret. I've done it before, and like I said, I regret it. Help a sister out, eh? Slap some duct tape on my mouth. Or tape my fingers together, as the case may be.