And it starts...

So, I'm probably just overly hormonal today, on top of being utterly exhausted, but dammit... I think I'm entitled every now and again to have a "bitch attack".

I'm 95% certain the note Matthew left for me was just a 'good morning, this is what happened when I woke up' note, but for some reason it came across as, "good morning, now get off your ass and do something." Of course, as I said, I was set off before I even opened my eyes.

Malcolm's into EVERYTHING today, getting himself stuck wherever he an find a place to get stuck in, and Milo... well, let's just say Milo's about to become a small rug... Effing cat!

I'm battling nausea, that won't quite get bad enough to actually make me throw up, and yet, right now, that's all I really want to do, because I know it will make me feel better. My head and nose are so stuffed, I feel like some little malicious imp stuffed 25 pounds of raw cotton in my sinuses. I'm hungry. My stomach is rumbling, but everything in the kitchen right now, makes me gag, and I can't physically force myself to even look at that crap right now, let alone actually put it in my mouth.

My head is pounding, and I know it's because I've cut back on caffeine, and at this particular moment in time, I don't rightly give a rats ass WHAT the experts say. I'm cranky, and I don't feel good. Give me my damn caffeine!

My whole body is just tired. There's no other way to explain it. I don't have the energy or strength to even ATTEMPT to vacuum or do dishes. And amazingly enough, I'm learning, they won't do themselves either. And here I thought, I lived in a magical kingdom where dishes danced through a bubble bath, and broom and mops twirled about until floors sparkled. Snow White can kiss my ever loving white Irish ass. Where can I buy myself some woodland creatures to swoop in and take care of everything I don't feel like doing right now?

On top of everything else, I'm a little irritated with the human race in general. Maybe not so general. Perhaps my irritation is more specific. Like to everyone who decided that my email really wasn't important enough to respond to. To everyone who thought it was appropriate to just sort of write off our excitement as, "whatever" or, "oh, I heard, by the way, can you come over and...", and to those who responded with a ".....again?" You know what you can do with yourselves...