Musings of a crazy woman

Today I took an hour long nap.  When I woke up I felt like the devil.  Sean came home and I snapped at him several times (I am sorry) and he finally said, "So, tell me about your day," (how nice is he?) to which I promptly replied, "Isn't it clear that I don't want to talk about my day?  Next time it might be better to say something like, 'If you want to talk about it I'm here.' See how that gives me a choice?  'tell me about your day' sounds demanding!" 

Yes.  That is how awesome and reasonable I am.  I hate it when I let my moods turn sour and say mean things to the people I love the most.  I am thankful for a husband who is in control of himself enough to walk away from me when I am at my worst.  Someday I hope to be a normal, civil person even on an off day or after an hour long nap.

For now I sit in my room feeling lonely and yet I don't want anyone near me. 

There are times in my life when I feel like I am a crazy, possessed woman.  This is one of them.