Beware...

I'm still grouchy. I'm dealing with all kinds of crap. I'm overwhelmed and overworked. I'm ready to blow a gasket. Monkey is a pain in butt. Ava lost my iTunes CD and the IT Department uninstalled the program somehow. (She'll find it. It's in that God-forsaken room somewhere.) Science projects, an extra four-year old, research papers, bombed a quiz because I couldn't get through Sir Gawain and the Green Knight last night to mention a few things. Choo Choo's room stinks. She's being a pain these days. Of course, I'm the one (well, Ava and me) who gets the raw end of the deal with Monkey and Choo Choo. Monkey's other grown daughter can't take care of what's important in life. Then it's Monkey and me to the rescue. Monkey gets mad at me because of his damn kids. It always comes back on me. Is it my fault Choo Choo left the house this morning when her daddy told her not to get AnnaBanana out? Is it my fault that she took AnnaBanana out in freezing cold weather without a jacket? Is it my fault that Ava's room is messy? Is it my fault that other people don't take care of their responsibility? Is it my fault Choo Choo and the other one are slobs? Is it my fault? I want to go into my closet and sleep. Yes, my closet. It's dark and it has a lock.

Thank God, the whole American Idol show tonight was not cancelled due to the State of the Union address. Only one hour. I can deal with that. I need to read for my class anyway. I just need my fix.

I'm having a hard time dealing with my life right now. Normally, I wouldn't change a thing. But today, I'd have a hard time deciding what to change first.

I promise a happy post. One day.

Later Dudettes.