Me and this robin? Kindred souls are we. We are both unapologetically grumpy. At least he has an excuse. It's cold, like sub-zero cold. Some crazy lady keeps taking his picture instead of refilling his feeder. Frozen worms are disgusting (I would guess. I don't actually know).
I have no excuse. I'm just grumpy.
It's been getting tougher and tougher to get Eli down for naps. You either have to lie down with him or go in repeatedly and take things away. I know what this means – the end of nap time is getting near. Today I lost my temper with him – laid him down not-so-gently, yelled, slammed a door. I was grumpy because he wouldn't nap. Now I'm grumpy because I yelled, and it worked – he's sleeping peacefully, and that makes me an ass.
Here's what I know, though. When I get this way, when stupid stuff like regular old life makes me blow a gasket, it's time to sloooowly step away from the grind. Pick up a People magazine and hit the tub. Maybe see that new Colin Firth movie, alone if I have to. Treat myself to some good ice cream and a nap. Sniff my kids when they're sleeping. Cuddle up with my husband on the couch and leave the laundry and the twitter for tomorrow.
Grumpy birds are cute. Grumpy Angies are not. Excuse me while I fix that.
What cheers you up? Maybe I can add it to my repertoire.