I'm Just Crabby

Things that make me crabby #78: bags of chips with nothing in them, cans of pringles that are empty, craisins bags filled with air, and a cracker box with three crumbs inside.

I'm stomping, mentally searching for a new mantra. My usual perspective check, that of counting my blessings, reveling in the health of my children and my own, is sadly doing nothing.

Even finding a surprise Hershey's bar that fell in the back of the snack cabinet while I was clearing things out did nothing. (expired so what still chocolate)

I'm so crabby. So crabby I can't even bring myself to be kind back to the cashier at the grocery store who spent TEN YEARS working with Mother Teresa.

How's that for sinking to shame-filled depths.

I'm in a bad mood and people trying to talk to me moves me from crabby to crabbier.

People who don't know things who think they do and so say, "Smile!" are making me crabby.

"Hungry, tired, with a headache and a to-do list that I don't want to do" That's my twitter bio you just read.

I think it was all triggered with football being on every Sunday night from now until January. That's a long time to listen to that in the background. But the match was already lit.

When people say I'm crabby, like I don't know that, that really makes me crabby.

The vagebooking posts that seem to be the thing to do on FB aren't helping any of this at all.

I am feeling why they call it *crabby*--I just want to run up to people and pinch them.

I desperately hoped for self-help so I looked up "What to do when you're crabby", I'll tell you the advice I read from a trained therapist: Discuss your feelings.

So, here goes:

Me: I feel crabby that there's stuff all over the house.

My house: *blink blink*

Me: I don't like how the dishes are always all over the kitchen island and counter.

My house: *blink blink*

Me: Why is there laundry always all over. Why.

My house: *blink blink*

Me: Why am I the only one that sees how the garbage spills out of the garbage can?

My house: *blink blink*

Me: Is there a reason, any reason, why the snack cabinet is filled with empty bags and boxes?

My house: *blink blink*

Me: One last question, why would there be scissors and two sharpies sitting in front of the front door? Anyone?

My house: *blink blink*

I walked around discussing my feelings with all offenders and well... shazaam. It worked. I talked to the coffee table, the laundry in the hallway upstairs, the dishes that sat not put away on the kitchen counters. I shouted Good and Loud at every single thing making me crabby in this house.

Some magic spell took hold by me yelling at objects at a level loud enough to shake tablets out of people's hands. This exercise worked like a charm. Kid #1, 2, and 3 jumped up and put everything somewhere I don't care.

This house is now filled with peace and serenity, like the minutes after a summer storm. A lot of lightning and thunderous banging, and what do you know.

Mama bird is back to chirping gaily in her nest once more.

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