Ick

I try really, really hard to be a positive person--especially when posting on the blog. I realize that reading a downer blog post can be...well...ya know... a downer. I know that no one likes a whiny baby...griping about the little things in life.

But, sometimes, you just gotta get it off your chest, ya know? I believe that's healthy...not keeping it all in.

Besides, the only people in my immediate vicinity are the dudes working in our house...and they're too busy singing BADLY to the country music on the radio.

Don't think I'll bother them with my ICK.

So, if you're not in the mood for my gripe session...please redirect your mouse to click on another blog.

Still here? Last chance to leave...

Okay. Here goes.

AAAGGGHHHHH!

I've had an icky morning. (This is a family-friendly blog so I will refrain from using other words that come to mind. Ick is all I can think of right now. So, ICK it is.). And, it's not even 9am.

I feel icky. Hormones? Maybe. Darn those hormones. DARN YOU, HORMONES!!!!

My husband has been wildly busy this whole month so I'm feeling completely overwhelmed with parenting responsibilities. ICKY.

Our almost-4-year-old is about to make me run away from home with his constant defiance. Double ICKY.

This hard-wood floor adventure has turned our home into a disaster area with the kids sleeping in a different room each night and not being able to locate their shoes or underwear. We literally have our belongings strewn about in every single room. ICK, ICK, ICK.

I woke up on the wrong side of the bed...no, wait! I woke up in the WRONG bed...since ours is currently disassembled with pieces located in 3 different rooms. Nothing like sleeping with a DEFIANT ALMOST 4 YEAR OLD who kicks and hogs your pillow. ICKY!!!!!!!

So, after Animesh took the kids to school (for the first time in a LONG time) I thought a morning run might clear my head.

But it only served to tick me off when I romped through some deer poop wearing my brand new running shoes. Darn those deer. DARN YOU, DEER!

Now, I realize there are many worse problems in the world. Personally, I have several friends who are dealing with extremely serious issues...personally and health-wise. I have not forgotten there are more serious things to be concerned about.

But, every now and then it's just liberating to vent about the ick. Because whether or not you admit it...we've all got ICK in our lives. All of us.

So, there. I've vented.

Now I'm going to get cleaned up. And I'm gonna try to follow the advice of my new favorite artist.

For the rest of the day...I'm gonna do my darndest to smile.