Sunday, Sucky Sunday

Did you ever have one of those mornings where you woke up with a pounding headache because for some reason you thought that a second martini was a good idea the night before?  Even though you only had salad & mashed potatoes for dinner because you had forgot to tell your mother beforehand that you stopped eating meat and that was all there was for dinner?  And you have a husband walking around smiling like the Cheshire Cat because you tend to get a little extra frisky upon returning home from a 2-martinis -on-an-empty-stomach evening and you just want to smack that smile off of him because you feel like crap and have to get up and get ready for church.  And when you get to church you are amazed that God doesn't smote you on the spot because he KNOWS the things you were doing just a mere 8 hours ago and when you sit in the pew your oldest child wants to snuggle up next to you like always and you just want to vomit in your purse?  And then when you go to Wawa after church you get behind some idiot in line who is fighting with the 16-year old cashier that the gas pump shorted him $.35 worth of gas and you just want to dump your Diet Coke all over him?  And then you get home and your six-year-old who just learned how to play chess the night before legitimately kicks your ass at chess?

No?  Just me?  Allrighty then!

I feel fine now, but those first few hours this morning were a bit rough.

And now The Queen and I are going to cuddle up and watch Snow White for the 3,675th time while Prince #1 attempts to teach Prince #2 how to play chess.