I'm in a pissy mood, and I can't even use PMS as an excuse.
- Why is it somehow my fault our son refuses to eat vegetables? I keep telling my DH it's his fault--he's the one with the brother who only ate corn until he was 35, genetically it came from his side of the family not mine.
- Why do I have to spend Mother's Day with my SIL from hell? She has once again started a family riot over something ridiculous. I dread "get togethers" with my DH family.
- Why am I the sounding board when my mother is mad at my father? I really wish to remain clueless--which I've told her, but it falls on deaf ears.
On a lighter note, I'm reading Lisa Cach's George and the Virgin. I realize I'm 3 years behind the times, it's silly book, but at this point it's entertaining.