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I have come to the conclusion that in order for me to stay in a semi-sweet mood I am going to have to keep myself medicated to keep my pain away, immediately get in comfy cothes when I get home, and take some time for myself tonight where I'm not bombarded with 1000 questions at once for hours on end from the girls. I think thats what is the first thing to set me in a bad mood is when I walk through the door I am automatically answering a 1000 different questions one right after the other until they go to bed. It grates my nerves. I want to tell them to breathe between sentences. I might sound bitchy but that annoys the hell out of me. I think it stems from being an only child and not having the option to annoy a big sister and my parents were either not home or in the hospital so I was always entertaining myself. I'm not saying that children shouldn't ask questions. I'm just saying that maybe they should spread them out a little more so it doesn't scramble my brain.