tired

Today was the kind of long boring day that made me wish I had listened to my inner slacker and stayed at home...in my pjs. After spending the past week moving, cleaning, painting, and arranging a few loads of heavy furniture not to mention waking at the crack of dawn for an estate sale I am bone tired. The weekend itself was a whirlwind of jobs and visiting family. Not that I don't love my dad, but did I really have to get all manic and make a delicious yet complicated lamb stew and homemade lemon meringue pie. Yes, cooking is comfort for my soul, but as I mentioned, I am freakin' tired! Being it was a belated birthday celebration, I was not able to shelve my obsessive need to well, celebrate, which brings me to my current state, cranky. I am so cranky and tired that every little move my wild child makes is leaving me cringeing and edgey. It would be one thing if he could just chill and watch his shows, but oh no, hopped up on early Easter candy he is a tornado of activity this evening. The pizza I decided to make is taking forever because my oven has become psychotic and is nuclear one day and like a toaster the next. I suppose I should call a repairman, but I just don't feel like it. This appliance hex that has decided to descend upon my home is also adding to my current crankiness. The furnace seems to have the same problemo as my lovely oven. Oh, you're working today? Great. Yesterday I had to sweet talk it to turn on, you mother****just work, dammit. Did I mention it's a pretty new furnace, nice, huh? Bitch, bitch, bitch, I know just shut up, right? Well this is my blog and I can bitch if I want to. Okay, now I feel better. Sorry dear readers, sometimes it just is what it is. Now that I've gotten that off my chest, I think I will go kiss my child who is thankfully eating that pizza and finally still. My pjs are already on and my wine and pizza await along with my night of Bravo reality fabulousity. Bring it on housewives because your problems are always worse than mine! Good night world.