The irritation builds, and I don't know why. I know part of it is the total lack of help I get around the house. Take for example, my husband. God love him, because some days, that is the only person guaranteed to love him. He scraped the popcorn off the ceilings in our bedroom and bathroom. Did a half assed job of cleaning up. So who finished cleaning up the bathroom today with a 20 month old boy? Me, of course. I don't even want to look at my bedroom.

Husband wants to go visit his dad in Florida for spring break in 2 weeks. This makes me laugh out loud because the man can't spend 10 minutes in the car with our 3 children without yelling at someone. He's going to spend over 18 hours, one way, with them in a car? I think I'll let him take the kids to Florida and I'll stay home and enjoy the quiet. Maybe that's what I need.

I probably should call my endo and see if there is another anti-depressant I can take. Maybe that's my problem. I have some of the signs of depression, still. Its worth the phone call. I know I could care less about sex right now (how's that Sue?). Quite unusual for me. I think I'll make that call today.

Maybe once I get my feeling of irritation under better control, my diabetes will follow. I'm using way too much insulin lately. Seems like every day my pump is yelling at me about a low reservoir. I hate when it starts buzzing. Just another irritation to add to my life these days.

I think I'll nap on the screened in porch and listen to the howling wind. Its no longer the gentle breeze it was yesterday. Its gusting around 40 mph. If I weighed any less, the wind might take it with me!

Tomorrow is another day, Scarlett. Hopefully my mood will improve then too.