cLarificaTions

So after my second to last post (big letdown) I learned a couple of things.  First: no one reads my blog, and second: those who do, don’t find me funny. 
As a blogster, (blog+ stalker) I have found that the blogs I enjoy most are the true, honest journals.  I can feel the therapy it is for friends and acquaintances to vent about their feelings as well as to document their lives.  I was actually sort of jealous because A. I don’t keep much of a personal journal anymore since I am busy narrating 3 little lives that I find much more interesting and B. When I have a bad day, I’m usually too grumpy to write about it. 
But after one particular bad day, I decided to try it.  And apparently, my friends, venting is not a luxury I am afforded before people start thinking of my post as a suicide note.  This is rather embarrassing to me since I pride myself in being evenkill (no pun intended) most of the time.  I am, however a little dramatic, usually in an attempt at humor.  I guess in this case it was a  failed attempt.  So before you write me off as a negative downer who needs a prescription anti-depressant, please allow me to clarify on a few points.  Some of this will be a review.

• It had been raining for about 2 months straight.  I should be able to stop right there and be fully understood.
• I was tired (baby woke up early and the awesome husband who usually hits the gym and leaves me to the morning routine slept in and left me to the morning routine).
• Baby was extra tired and whiny, but slept less.
• Did I mention I was tired??!!
• My adorable oldest who lives for playing was once again being mistreated by his ‘friends’ who had started routinely locking him out so he couldn’t play with them.  Plus the whole aforementioned kindergarten dilemma weighing on my mind.
• A few more fights with the princess, as well as the aforementioned bedwetting instance.
• The husband was only slightly in the doghouse, mostly in an “I am tired and stressed out mood and I need you to step it up” type of doghouse.  Nothing too serious.  Trust me, there’s a worse doghouse to be in!
• After stressing/planning my re entry to the public world, I excitedly got on my blog to discover I had 0 people who cared about it.  Ouch.
• And although it grieves me to admit this, especially to the public, I’ll let ya in on one more little secret.  It was also red week at our house.  The kind of red week that occurs way too often, or more specifically, every 28-30 days.  And I agree, that is TMI.

But there ya go.  It is all good, we are all good here.  I love my little children.  I just had to leave out the cute little details like M’s sprouting freckles, C’s ‘Mapunzel’ dress and frying pan getup and E’s amazing snuggles to justify my bad mood.  Oh yah, and we also won our vball game that night too.  And even though I played crappily, it was an amazing game.  See, I’m not depressed!!