Me? Grumpy? Never.

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I am in a bad mood. My mood went from zero (on the bad mood scale) to sixty (the maximum limit) in about ten seconds flat. Now my head hurts, my neck hurts, and I'm just plain mad. I've got a Starbucks sitting on the kitchen table getting cold and I don't even care.

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Those were my thoughts last night about one hour before I called it a night and went to bed. Amazingly enough, I slept very well. Not surprisingly, the headache was still there when I woke up.

What set me off? Oh, a multiple of things really. Was any of it important? Not really. Did I regret my bad attitude? Nope.

I mean, it's not like I was going around yelling at people or throwing stuff around. I outgrew that during my first two years of marriage (well, the throwing stuff around part). I like to think that I've come a long way in controlling myself and my temper (while my immediate family chuckles and rolls their eyes at this part). Sometimes, though, things just hit you wrong. Sometimes you think no one has a clue. Sometimes you just get mad.

My problem is that I get over-loaded. I get too much going on at once and then like a pressure cooker gone wild, my top pops and I blow off steam. Actually, that picture I'm not too sure about, but you get the general idea. Papers to write, kids in demand, and a Superbowl weekend? You have got to be kidding me.

So I got mad last night because I was frustrated. I had started the same paper five times, could not figure out an answer to a question, and my feet were cold. My husband offered me a Starbucks which I thought was super-sweet... until I figured out his ulterior motive in getting out was to run a few extra errands. I had things to do, and they did not include fighting traffic in the pouring down rain.

This is why by the time we got home, the Starbucks no longer appealed to me. All I wanted was to pout, think unhappy thoughts, and go to bed. Which, by the way, is exactly what I did and in that order.

Of course, there he was this morning, smiling at me and telling me he knew I could do it (school and all that stuff). He was proud of me, I was going to be the first in my family to get a college degree, blah, blah, blah.

Oh, who am I kidding? His pep talk always works and he knows it. Haven't I always said he is my biggest fan? I had my morning coffee, spent quality time with the youngest who needed her mom (mom's wallet, to be exact), transported the oldest to a birthday bowling bash (which he absolutely loved), and was thoroughly entertained watching my middle try on suits (and in case you didn't know, they now make with built-in ipod pockets). Papa John's delivered supper and I'm thinking about giving that paper one more try.

But I really don't want to. I would much rather put my feet up, snuggle with a warm blanket, and mindlessly flip channel for the next few hours. Then again if I do that, I will be re-living that bad mood all over again tomorrow night when I've got deadlines to meet. Guess I better be believing in God to do the impossible and tackle this mountain tonight.

And there is no way I'm going out for a Starbucks.