Today Sucks

Today feels like a Monday. I think I should have just stayed in bed, and said to hell with everything and slept the day away.

I napped too long yesterday and it was close to 2am before I fell asleep. Jamie let me sleep in and I woke up at about 9:30. First we get a call from my sister or brother-in-law (not too sure which one) that they needed a boost, so Jamie goes to head over there and gets the car stuck trying to get out in the 10 million feet of fresh snow we have. Somehow, it's my fault he got stuck and I get yelled at every time he comes into the house in another new and wonderful hissy fit because no matter what he does he can't get out.

Then he goes to the town to complain about the snow not being removed yet (which I understand because 90% of the other streets are done, but now they've quit working on getting it cleared because "it's too cold"), but that goes about as well as the getting the car unstuck, so then I get to hear all the yelling and whining about what an a-hole this new foreman is.

Both of our moms were here for lunch and although I wasn't really all that hungry, I figured I should have something to eat. Because there were 4 of us plus Addy, Jamie made 3 cans of soup. My mom was the only one who had dished hers and I went to pick up the bowl and spilt the entire 3 cans (minus 1 bowl) all down the front of myself.

And no sooner than that mess gets cleaned up and I sit down to eat my soggy grilled cheese sandwich, Addy shoves her fingers down her throat and barfs up her entire lunch.

So now this afternoon I am feeling very grouchy and emotional, not to mention exhausted, and Jamie won't stay home long enough to help with anything. How is it that he wasn't even supposed to have today off, yet he still ends up with sooooooo many things to do that he can't stay home for even 5 minutes. Men.