I'm a brat.
On Monday, within 5 minutes of walking in the door from work, I looked around my messy house, and was ticked. M. is off on Mondays, and had obviously done no chores while I was at work. Miss O. ran up to me, and said, "Grandma brought me tomatoes". Glancing at her, I noticed that she was still wearing her pajamas.
"Where did you see Grandma?", I inquired.
"She came here.", was Miss O.'s innocent reply.
Are you kidding me?
I barely get along with my in-laws. I sure don't want them showing up unannounced at my home. Especially when I'm NOT there. Don't get me wrong, they're nice enough, but I always feel like I'm being judged, you know?
I lost it. Yelling and crying. Screaming and stomping my feet.
Sadly, I don't even have any excuse, as we're in the middle of a non-medicated cycle. Poor M. took the brunt of it, just staring at me. Finally, as I start to settle down, he looks at me and says, "I wasn't going to tell you, but they're watching Miss O. all night on Saturday so that we can go out and have some fun."
Yup, I'm a brat.