Grumpy McGrump

I'm not going to sugar-coat anything for you today: I'm a grump. A big ol' Grumpy McGrumperson.

I'm not sure why. I just woke up pissed off at the world. Poor Bubba. Poor Keith. They are champions, (heroes, really) for having to put up with me.

Thank goodness it's Friday and I can sleep in the next two days. Maybe that will help. It certainly can't hurt, right?

 Still, I wish I knew what my problem was. Maybe it's that my now ex-brother unfriended me on Facebook (who does that?!?!). 

Maybe it's our inability to conceive and the stress I'm feeling about it.

Maybe it's the neverending set of problems our car keeps presenting - after 262,000 miles, I think it might be sick of being driven back and forth so much.

Or maybe it's just the end of a long, stressful, and exhausting week and I'm tired. Thankfully I've got a good support system around me and a husband who'll hug me until I stop crying. I'm telling you, HERO.