That's who I'm turning into. The crazy, mean neighborhood lady who yells at kids.
Not that I have a front lawn.
But I'm feeling somewhat Scrooge-like lately. When I look at other peoples' vacation pix on their blogs, or hear a client complain about the difficulties of renovating their kitchen, I get cranky.
OK, let's be real: I get bitchy!
And I fall into the "poor me" syndrome.
"Poor me! I haven't had a vacation in over a year-and-a half, so don't talk to me about yours!"
"Poor me! I can't even afford to stay in my house, so don't complain to me that your custom-made drapes don't match the dishwasher!"
"Poor me! I'm struggling financially, so don't complain to me that you don't feel rich with *ONLY* 5 million dollars!"
(OK, I think that last one is legitimate.)
Yes, it's true that I desperately need a break. And I will take one in May, once the class I'm teaching (and show I'm co-directing) is over. I'm taking a week-long stay-cation, getting subs for my Pilates classes. I'll go for walks and bike rides and swims while the kids are at school.
Or maybe just nap.
I'll hang out at Barnes & Noble, take the dog to the dog park, and just chill as much as possible.
In summer we'll move, and we won't have to pour all our money into our house. So I won't have to work quite as many hours outside the house. I won't be doing just about ALL the housework!!!!!!! I'll have help, and help with the kids.
So I just need to hang in there for another 2 months.
And stop grousing!