I had the shittiest, crabbiest day today. It totally took me by surprise, too, because we slept in until 7:30 (yes. yes that is sleeping in. yes, that sure does suck, huh?), had a nice breakfast and a pleasant morning. Ben took Jack to hockey with Dorothy tagging along, and the other 2 kids played happily while I cleaned bedrooms and bathrooms in record time and was pretty excited because I had big plans to shop for a class playdate we're hosting for Cooper tomorrow and let the kids spend their Halloween Target gift cards from Ben's parents and carve pumpkins and go grocery shopping and throw together a crockpot soup. I even thought that I would send an emails to my friends asking for cleaning lady recommendations because it would be much easier to make it through the hockey season with a once (or maybe even twice depending on how good she is) a week cleaning person because our weekends are going to fill up. This is a big admission for me because I genuinely like to clean my damn house my damn self, and we have tried a lot of different cleaning services and have basically hated them but it would be so nice not to have to clean all weekend (even though cleaning is my zen). But then Ben came home in a shitty mood, which pissed me off because I was anti-hockey practice today but I played along and was a really good sport about it. And then I got in a funk and have not really been able to climb out. I HATE that. When I know I am being a bitch but just can't help myself. And then the whole rest of this beautiful day was crabby.
I am a sucker for a kid in hockey gear.
The kids and I are reading this book which was a childhood favorite of mine and of my mom's and they LOVE it!!