WTF kinda morning. I need a do over.

I hate days like today.

Days where Spaghetti has to go to work, and he is so tired from working, and family get togethers are great, but he really doesn't sleep then, those few hours inbetween jobs is when he sleeps has been with family all week non stop.

So he is SO tired, and he is sick, and it makes him SO grumpy, I don't blame him. I feel bad that when he had 30 seconds with the kids this morning they were crazy whiny.

So he left, bitter, tired, sick, tired, and tired.

I followed him out to the car appologizing, I am sorry that there are days like this. When the Video store schedules him 8 hours when we said he could only work a max of 6 in a day.

I can hear the kids screaming for me when I followed him out. It's just one of those days when you want to just jump in the car with him, and just run away. Not forever, just for the minute.

I come back inside to see that Bagel was screaming for me because Ding just ate my french toast. I then in return, freak out and scare the baby and Bagel because I am screaming at the dog. Screaming to the point of pissing myself.

Spaghetti is at work.

The dogs are outside.

Bagel and Weaky are at the table crying.

I needed to blog.

My only upside to all of this is that since my house is SO full of Christmas present clutter, and laundry, dirty dishes, and just crap everywhere. I have been granted a free pass to skip today's family event (everyone I just saw on Christmas Eve, for Grampa's Birthday) and Spaghetti asked that I attempt to clean as much of the house that I can.

I need my fucking coffee.

I am hoping to get things done.

I may tweet on and off today.

Can't really afford the time to blog. Just needed to get this shit out of my head.

Thanks for reading my babble.

Hope your day is better.

Feisty