I came home from small group last night, very crabby. Not really any reason to be so terrible crabby, but I was. I couldn't breathe very well from Tim and Kathy's cats, and I didn't have my inhaler, maybe that's what caused it, because I had been doing very well with all that lately.
So I was crabby. So crabby that I didn't tell Seth all about the game he missed and was very short with my answers about group. Crabby that Seth didn't want to try more of the soup I was making for dinner tonight, even though he had just got done eating.
I was extra crabby when I pinched my finger in the closet door and drew blood (I think I'm seriously trying to lose a finger - the 3rd bloody finger tip in a week!). I was crabby when I went to sleep, crabby when I woke up. Crabby when I got to work to see what all happened Friday after I left. I hate Mondays like that. I was not the only crabby person in the office, which really lead me to want to be crabbier to all the crabby people. Because really, I have a better reason to be crabby. Still couldn't say what it was, but it's better.
So I prayed about it, tried working on my attitude a little bit, but still crabby.
Now that it's lunchtime I'm a little better. I think that it's because I'm actually getting my work done today and feeling a little less overwhelmed. But I'm still a little crabby about something. Don't know what, but it's hanging there....crabbiness, waiting to pounce again.
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Maybe you're just having a case of the mondays.
:)
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