Super C-R-A-N-K

My sister Shannon wrote in her last blog post, "I've been a basket case. Up and down. Some of the stress is caused from my job, had to work all 40 hours this week plus an extra 3 to fix a big mistake. It was hell. Not a good way to start off the week. Some stress is probably related to my obsessive compulsive behavior about having everything just right."

I just read my sister's blog post and decided to copy it so I could paste it here. It is so funny how much we are alike. Our crazy moments of control must've come from my father. I think. My mom is so easy going, and loves everyone. Don't get me wrong, my dad is awesome but he is a little crazy about tidiness in the house when we were growing up. So we MUST get it from him. Tonight, of all nights, the crazy angry person came out of the woodwork. It started with the laundry. I swear it is always full, never completed, and a constant battle. PLEASE. I ended up folding my daugthers' dirty clothes, and handing them back to her. Not a pretty moment. Or hour. Or three hours. Oh heck, I am still cranky. Maybe it's because this is my birthday. I don't want to get OLD. I WANT presents, a cake, and the celebration though.
 

To top off my night, I got 4 hours of low census to go and see a concert of one of my and my hunnies favorite bands. Unfortunately Ben Union didn't get on stage before I had to leave to go to work at 11p. I left frustrated at the timing, my attitude, my husband, and a few other things. GRRR.
 
At 12:19 Chris S. called and wished me my first Happy Birthday. I think it was the first time I smiled today.