Watch out world - mama's grumpy today.

Yeah, I'm grumpy. Seriously grumpy. Do you wanna know why? Well, me too. I don't have a reason except that everything living, breathing and moving is pissing me off. And the first person to say "Love those pregnancy hormones!" gets a swift kick in the keister from me, got it?

Cara spilled syrup on the kitchen floor. And by on I mean ALL FREAKING OVER. She tried to dab at it with a paper towl and I said, "That's not doing anything - get some clorox wipes and clean it up!" So, she did as she was told and spread the syrup from one end of the kitchen floor, to the other. Then she dumped her plate in the sink and got syrup all over the faucet and the wall behind the sink. Come ON!

Brennan just wants to nurse all the damned time and I gotta tell ya? I am not interested. You wanna nurse at naptime or before bed? Giddy up. You wanna walk around attached to my boob all day like a newborn? Get a job.

Sienna lacks a filter between her brain and her mouth. I know, she inherited it from me so I shouldn't be shocked but for crap's SAKE! Can she PLEASE think before she says just whatever pops into her brain?? Oh, and? She broke her damned violin yesterday. The one we rent? Right. Hopefully it won't be too expensive to fix. Oh - and when we, her parents that foot the bill, DARED to be upset that the violin was broken SHE got all indignant and upset like WE were out of line. Grrrrrrrrrrrr.

Corban just likes to scream and hollar and throw tantrums. I love 3. Have I ever mentioned that? 3 is my favorite age. *cough cough*

Rob, God Bless Him, thinks that if I could just have sex then everything would be all better. YEs, I know in man-land it's a cure-all but over here in the land of estrogen it doesn't quite work that way. What I NEED is a new hair cut, a cute new outfit and a martini, damnit. Then maybe we can talk about sex. Since I can't have a martini for a year or more than I guess it's gonna be a long, quiet period, eh? I kid.

Oh, yeah, forgot to mention I can't have sex. Or exercise. Or do anything overly physical or anything that involves twisting. The Dr said, "Try not to carry your kids, too." And I laughed. Oh, that funny funny lady.

I've been put on modified rest because I have a cyst on my right ovary that's bigger than the baby, yo. I look twice as pregnant as I am because the cysts is so huge and taking up so much room. It's actually squishing the baby to the left side of my uterus. Good news - unless it twists or ruptures we just leave it be. Bad news: if it twists or ruptures we do surgery and there's a good chance I lose the ovary. I had it checked on Monday and it hasn't grown any more - it shrunk a fraction - so we're thinking maybe it will just reabsorb and go away.

My kids have been sick since last week - The Boy had pneumonia and Care Bear and B have an upper respiratory infection. Both of them puked. All three had super high fevers. Last night was the first night I slept, only waking up once with B, in a week. I hate February. It's like this EVERY year. Ridiculous. Bring me spring. Bring me sunshine!

Now, I've finished my bagel and coffee and I must go clean the syrup off the kitchen ... everything. Then I have to resweep and mop the entry way because apparently the rugs and mats are there for decoration ONLY and not to put your wet muddy shoes on. Luckily, when I ran to the store this morning because we ran out of Apple Juice *gasp*, I decided to reward myself with food and I bought a nice big ole salad and some stir fry steak. Lunch is a bright shining beacon on the horizon!

Have a Friday.