It is so frustrating to feel this way and know there is no reason for it. And even if there was reason for it, aren't I mature enough to not give in to it? Whose life or day is improved by my petulance? Certainly not mine.
Perhaps I will soak up the grouchiness in a book or a nap or both. Five of the six kids go to school today and I surely won't punish the baby (yes, nearly 21 months old, but don't you dare tell me not to call him baby) with my poor attitude. I'll seek out little bursts of happy and good and let them build up until there is no room for grouchy.
To start: I ran 3 miles Sunday and did a 30 minute workout at home yesterday. That is good. The family loved dinner last night. That is also good. I bought the new EP from All Sons and Daughters. Good.
Slightly less grouchy already.
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