Just let me complain...

First off, I didn't have a bad day (it was actually pretty fun!) and I am not in a bad mood (happily sitting on the couch stuffing an ice cream sandwich in my face.) Sometimes a girl just needs to get a few things off her chest and what is a blog good for if you can't complain on it?? And no Mom, I don't have a chip on my shoulder.

Here are just a few things that have been irritating the mess out of me lately....

1. When Jonathan asks me questions that I can't figure out the answer to. Last night, he wanted to know what Independence Day was and why we celebrate it. I think my answer came out something like, "well, it is the day we were given the chance to do whatever we want." Probably could have worded that differently....He also wanted to know about fireworks...."It's sparkly fire. Don't touch it." 
2. Did y'all know that spots of skin that have eczema don't tan? Seeing as I have a million spots with eczema (which is a complaint in and of itself,) I am learning this lesson big time this summer. I am finally rockin' a pretty good tan this season.....if it weren't for the multiple coin sized spots of albino-awesomeness all over my legs and arms.
3. When somebody (who shall remain nameless, lest I sound like a "nagging" wife.....insert eye roll here) uses the proverbial "we" when saying something needs to be done differently with the kids. For example, "we need to stop letting Jonathan watch so much TV." Well friend, seeing as I am his primary caregiver and he is under my care 99.9% of the day, I suppose you really mean that I should stop letting him watch so much TV. Thank you for making that observation when you have absolutely no idea what we do all day long or how much TV they watch. And for the record, they don't watch too much. 
4. When I slave over my crock-pot all day and the same nameless person comes home and calls it"glop." Rude. Make your own dinner tomorrow.
5. Calories. Calories irritate the mess out of me.
6. Finally, and this is a doozie, when people let their super old kids play on an indoor playground. First off, why in the world does a 12 year old even want to play on a mall playground? Shouldn't they be out shopping and being generally obnoxious? (After teaching middle school for 7 years, I earned the right to say that...) And second, where are their parents?! Do they not realize their kid is trampling over little kids?! UGH, this one makes me flustered just typing about it.

And there you go...the things that make me grind my teeth a little more than normal. Luckily, I have two pretty awesome kids who make these annoying things less annoying....most of the time. During the times they don't, I just lock myself in the bathroom and turn on the shower so I can't hear them knocking on the door. 

I kid, I kid.....