That's a direct quote from my kid last night. I got a wee bit passive-aggressive with him when I refused to be the adult in a situation (he wanted to have a snack after we'd brushed his teeth and I didn't want to deal with him throwing a tantrum so I gave in and threw a tantrum). I yelled, he told me the above, and I've felt about an inch tall since. Fortunately, he's quick to forgive and let me put him to bed with hugs and kisses. I'm trying to not beat myself up. I had been doing really well with staying patient and being a good mommy. But, I'm PMSing and stressed and all wound up because Hubby's not been home (working late every night and his director informed them to come in early, work later, and take shorter lunches). Monday night, my pissyness was borne by the dog. Tonight, there will be no pissyness.
I finished the first drab sleeve last night. I've completed two decrease rows on the second. I will have this damn thing done. I so want to work on something else. I think I will be bringing something else tomorrow. It's just too hard to work on this during the commute and it takes up so much room.
My wedding anniversary is this weekend. Know what we're doing to celebrate? Nothing. Our babysitters are going down the shore to their condo this weekend, and we get to host them for Mother's Day dinner on their way back. Which means on Mother's Day I get to make sure the house is presentable and clean up after Hubby makes his turkey dinner for his mommy. Whiny much Netter? I think I need chocolate or french fries or both!