Grumpy started Thursday night, contaminated yesterday and today proceeded to bring the germs to today. Fun times.
When we arrived at the lake with birthday dinner, presents and balloons in arms Mr. Grumpy Pants met us in the driveway. He started with the grumps before we even got in the house and it didn't stop. Constantly picking at me, passive aggressive crap, and grump on crack. Pushing every button I have. Little Miss. Sunshine took it about as long as she could and then she blew. I had had enough. And I cried too. Ugh. Have I told y'all I'm not a pretty crier? Well, I'm not. It is U G L Y. Blubbering, can't catch my breath crap. I hate it when I cry because I pay all the next day. My face will be so swollen in the morning that I won't be able to open my eyes and I won't be able to breathe all night. Just lovely. Not.
We packed our belongings and came back home. The good news is that J wanted to pack all her stuff and never come back and I had the opportunity to tell her that we don't throw people away just because we're mad at them. Yes, I needed some time and space but tomorrow would be better and that I still loved Mr. Grumpy Pants.
Tonight Mr. Grumpy Pants can go party somewhere else. Tomorrow will be a better day.
Annie....do you hear the screaming in the attic? It's me.