For some reason I have been a little on the grumpy side today...not a roaring bitch...although...I have had a moment or two...just a little off-kilter and I am tying to write myself out of it...or conversely just lose my shit and be done.
My day started off well enough. Whiskers deigned to give me some purring and allowed me to pet her for awhile this morning. Then the day got decidedly dodgy. You want to know the bad thing about mild OCD? It really messes with your schedule. Here's my conversation with myself this morning.
Sane me: "Aw...shit the dogs need to go out again and I am going to be late for work."
OCD me: "You know...it's trash day and now would be a good time to toss that expired food in the cabinet".
Sane me: "Did you not hear me? I am going to be late as it is."
OCD me: "But it's trash day and now would be a good time to toss that expired food in the cabinet."
Sane me: "NO! I need to go to work."
OCD me: "But it's trash day and now would be a good time to toss that expired food in the cabinet."
OCD me: " I win! It won't take but a second. We won't be that late."
Sane me: SIGH....
Work was busy but fine. The pigeons weren't too dastardly with their poop deprivations. Then I decide to go to Walgreen's and get my flu shot at lunch because it won't be that busy on a Wednesday at lunch. Right? There were four people in line ahead of me and at least that many behind me. The shot itself doesn't take two seconds but it's the form and then the insurance print out and taking your turn. It took 40 minutes!! And my stinking arm hurts.
So...I am now running it close getting back to work. I zip down to Taco Bell. CRAP! The line is a mile long. It's going pretty fast though so I stick with it. Then I notice the woman in front of me feels that if she gets within 20 feet of the car in front of her we all might die!! Cue pet peeve of people not knowing how to navigate a drive-thru. I passively aggressively critique her lack of driving skills and call her a jackass and convince myself that my griping at her will actually accomplish anything. I finally get my food and zoom back to work where I proceed to have 5 minutes to eat my lunch. So I consume my tacos at the speed of light...get clocked in and go about my business.
I finish my day and I come home and I open the door to the screeching and barking hoards and smell poop. It's not all that unusual...my rescue poodle does not get house training and I give him a pass because the first 2/3 of his life was hell. The problem is...I can't FIND it. Now I start looking at them with the scary mom face because that means someone has sought to help mommy out and eat it. While I appreciate the intention the ensuing barfing/diarrhea I could do without. We shall see.... Then we start the "Let's annoy the shit out of mom game." First we shall bark at nothing in particular...Dibley will both try to hump Baker and growl at Biscuit. I get Baker back up on the couch and Biscuit tries to rake his back with his jealous poodle paws. Kitten Face is trying to lay low and I am using ALL of my good threats...including if you don't stop that I am going to punch you right in the face. That one never works because they know I don't mean it. Sigh....
The Yankees are winning and I hate the Yankees. The Cubs are losing and I can't watch that...it's just too stressful. The noise of the TV is making me even more cranky. I don't think this writing it out thing is working. I should just give up while I am ahead. I am going to go look at my vacation pictures again and dream.
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