Super cranky today. I want the day/week/month to be over.
1 - Our house is sold! Should be good, right? Well, we don't have our money yet. We jumped through the bazillion hoops. Gosh darn it, give us our money. And now!! If it's not in our account tomorrow morning, we're raising heck. See, this is why I could never be a landlord. On the first of the month, I'd be pestering my tenants for the money.
2 - Our real estate agent is such a pain in the butt. Today she called in a last minute panic over something she didn't say we had to give to her, but now she needs it. So S had to drive to the house at lunch, come and give it to me, I had to PDF it, and then send it to her. Because the world was going to end and she needed it NOW! (As she needs everything, at least once a day, for the past 100 days.)
3 - I really don't like when people who need something from me call me and e-mail me that something is URGENT but when I need something from them, they don't have the decency to reply to my phone call or e-mail for 36 hours. If I have to drop everything for you, you can do the same the ONE time I ever need anything from you. Apparently that's too much to ask. This isn't related to #2.
4 - Julia was uber cranky today too. When you have a bad day, the last thing you want to deal with is a screaming and whiny toddler. Everything set her off all evening. She couldn't get her sock in, must throw things, scream, etc. We ignore her, as you're supposed to, but we still have to listen to the drama queen go through her whole tantrum every few minutes. When I'm uber cranky, I sit quietly and fume. We both have quick tempers, just different ways of coping.
5 - I'm tired...of basically everything. I want my money so we can close this stupid house business. I want to get going on the kitchen remodel (though I don't want to deal with the kitchen torn apart for several weeks). I want to have a better coping mechanism than eating crap. And I'd like to have a spa day where I get spa treatments by a mute person and have a big, long nap.
Why a mute person? I don't know about you, but I don't like getting my hair cut or whatnot and getting the stylist who won't shut up. Talks your ear off about the weather, kids, politics, blah blah blah. I came to get my hair cut. It's the only time I get to myself, and your blabbering is interrupting my moment of peace.
See, I'm so anti-social.