I have no patience for anything or anyone today. An example: my daughter just asked me where her pumpkin was. You know, the pumpkin she got at the pumpkin patch last October. Instead of calmly telling her that it became compost quite sometime ago, I sighed loudly and snapped, "That thing got old, and rotten, and died. Get over it." I'm aware I could have handled that better.
I really just want to get into my jammies, watch reruns of Family Guy, and drink hot tea. Or wine. Or a madras. But because that type of behaviour is frowned upon at one in the afternoon, I'm just going to have to muddle through.
*Yesterday was my visit to the vagina doctor. My appointment was at 9 am and I arrived at the office with plenty of time to spare, only to realize that my doctor's office wasn't even in that building anymore. It was now an office of cosmetic dentistry. This is what happens when you let five years lapse between visits. After a phone call and some driving around, I found the new office and somehow managed to still be on time. When I told my doctor about my mistake, she laughed and said, "Yeah we stopped telling people about the new building about three years ago." Sigh.
*Anyway, the main purpose of the visit, aside from the obvious fact that I desperately needed my yearly (HA!) checkup, was to discuss some lady-type health issues I had been having. Well, turns out, I do have something going on down there, but it's nothing life threatening. I'm just going to have to go on the birth control pill for awhile. Maybe a long while. I don't really know. This sorta sucks because I don't really like the pill and Jay's had a vasectomy so that I wouldn't have to take it, but I don't have any other options.
*On Monday I did the Jillian Michaels 30 Day Shred workout. If the way my body felt on Tuesday was any indication, I'm in the worst shape of my life. I could barely walk.
*Yesterday I made this coffee cake and it is perfect. The right amount of sweet, but not too sweet. I'm in love.
*I have nothing good to read at the moment and that's adding to my bad mood. I tried reading Under the Tuscan Sun, but by the tenth page it was really irritating me. Although, I'm willing to admit that this may have had more to do with my mood than the book.
*Um, when are the Olympics going to be over? WHEN!?