Just call me "Sloth"

I took the boys to school this morning, and came back home to get in bed.  I slept until 2:05, and it was glorious.  Simply glorious.

I woke up well-rested, but in a horrible mood.  The boys came home from school in horrible moods.

I think I've asked at least 4 times this evening if it's a full moon...the mood just hadn't made its appearance yet.

Practice also led me to believe it might be a full moon.  The boys were all over the place: not focusing, messing around, being lazy.  Their coach, who rarely gets angry, got really upset with them and told them "Practice isn't for messing around...it's for being serious.  We have a lot to do."

Fifteen minutes later, when he was hitting balls for fielding practice and smashing them way out into nowhereland: "Sorry, I'm just messing around."

I had to speak up with an, "Excuse me, Mr. Serious.  Practice isn't for messing around...it's for being serious."

And there wasn't one person NOT laughing. 

When N tried to close the trunk of my car on me, there wasn't one person laughing...there was one person (me) who was extremely pissed.

Imagine that.

And now, I'm ready to go to bed again.  In fact, I can't wait.  And I'm hoping tomorrow will find me back to my jovial self.  Because crankpot?  It's not my favorite feeling.

Ever.

Aubs