My Inner Oscar

So usually, I think I do a pretty good job of finding the humor in things. I think it keeps me sane. There are days, however, when I really think my sense of humor says..."Lady, it ain't funny anymore." Like today, for example. It was one of those days where I had finally...had it...up to...HERE. And back again. Ya wanna know what made me so mad? Well, let me tell you...;)

Exhibit A: THIS STUFF makes me mad: Let me rephrase that...the NEED for that stuff makes me mad. Germs are really getting on my nerves. If one more person pukes in their bed I'm gonna...what AM I going to do? Nothing! I think that's what makes me so mad. What do you do? You clean it up and breathe through your mouth. Germs don't fight fair.

Exhibit B: Things that are supposed to be working...NOT working. My sun roof for example. I got in my car the other day and the screen on the sun roof decided NOT to open, while the actual sun roof did. Lovely. So I rode down the road with the sun roof open, the shade closed over it, wondering just how cool I would feel riding around with a trash bag taped on my roof until we could get it fixed. On a positive note *are those allowed in this post?* it was a gorgeous day with no rain. And I have a hubby with bigger muscles than my scrawny guns who pretty much just punched it I think and fixed it. No trash bag. I am still cool...sort of.

Exhibit C: Cutting Merrick's hair. I really don't know what is wrong with me. The child can't see where he is going. But I get SO tired of cutting his hair. It's so blond and precious and shaggy and I want to let it grow, but alas I succumb to peer pressure and cut it...again. Or maybe I'm just mad because I'm still itching from his hair being all over me because I have to practice my steer wrestling skills to keep him from losing an ear while he gets it cut.

I do realize, in the grand scheme of things, that a broken sun roof, a haircut, and a puddle of puke are not the end of the world. Sometimes, though, I forget this and my inner Oscar the Grouch seems to get the better of me. But I sprayed him with the Lysol that has taken up permanent residence on my nightstand.

Restore to me the joy of your salvation, and grant me a willing spirit, to sustain me.
- Psalm 51:12 -