Let's just say that I'm difficult to live with right now. Or talk to. Or breathe around. Yeah. Don't be breathing around me.

Saturday was supposed to be a day where Big Things were being accomplished. I was supposed to test for my sixth degree black belt in Target-Fu, and I was denied. I was planning on a solo, X-Treme Costco, and again, I was denied.

Instead, I got a nap-delaying family jaunt to Costco. Can you feel the heat? See the flames? Can you smell the melting concrete from the cement-liquifying screams produced by not one, but two of my over-tired, over-stimulated, hell, just OVER children. You've heard of overlords? (Or maybe not, maybe that's just me being married to a D&D/MTG geekazoid) Anyway, my chitlins are in training.

No sampling would placate them. No offers of 'bargain' priced merchandise. My refusal to slip a 13' trampoline into the cart produced a sonic boom. Dayum, I have got to find a way to market their wicked tantruming skills.

We returned home and I settled into a pattern of nagging, complaining, nagging, complaining, and some more nagging. Bleh. After all that, I felt rather pathetic, but as it is (and yes, it IS that time, but it pleases me not to blame all this strife on my own darn hormones, so zip it, sparky) my hubs didn't have a hope of saying or doing the right thing, so he did his best "I'm part of the furniture" which riled me further.

At one point, he said "I think I will wear a jacket, because although the sun is out, it is still cold."

I took a full minute before I responded. "I can find nothing to fault in that sentence, but I needed to think on it." Then I laughed. Coldly. Muwahahahaha!

As it turns out, my oldest is sick, my son is coming down with it, my youngest is running a low fever, and I'm feeling ill, to boot. I want to scree-heee-heeeeeam.

Ooh! Or maybe eat lemon bars. Yes. Lemon bars.