Monday morning ROCKS!

AAAHHH, Monday morning.... I'm so glad you're here!! Actually, I haven't looked this forward to a Monday morning in ages. Strike that -- I can't remember EVER looking this forward to a Monday morning.

Typically, Monday morning means the end of a great weekend. It means taking the kids to school and getting up early. It means laundry and running errands. It means that Matt will be gone to work all day. It means reality.

Well today -- I sooo welcome that reality. I'm glad the weekend is over! It *should* have been a great weekend. My in-laws came down to spend the weekend with us. Todd and Caroline had their new baby boy that is beyond precious. He has a wonderfully thick head of dark hair, blue eyes and fair features. He's gorgeous! (Oh, and I do have pictures, but haven't had a chance to upload and edit them yet). On Friday night we ate at the Cheesecake Factory and went shopping for the little guy. His name is Augustus (Gus) Daniel. After we went to the hospital on Saturday, Katherine had a birthday party for a little friend of hers from preschool and then we went home and ordered in pizza. Should have been a fabulous weekend, right???? WRONG!

Nope. I totally ruined it. I single handedly made the weekend miserable for everyone involved. I was irrational, cranky, rude, and intolerable. Oh, man... I was something....

So here's the deal....

Saturday morning, Todd (Matt's brother) called and said that we could come down to the hospital as soon as we were ready. Matt and his dad were out "getting coffee and picking up a newspaper" and an hour after they left the house I tried to call their cell phones. No answer. You know why????? They FAILED bring their phones with them!!! So I got myself and the kids dressed and we were ready and waiting to walk out the door, but Matt and his dad were no where to be found. Instantly I could feel myself getting irritated. I was pacing around the house and could feel my blood pressure rise. UUUUGH!

They finally get home and we take off for Target. We had to get a baby card for Gus and I had to pick up a birthday present the party Katherine was going to later in the afternoon. While Fran and I ran inside, Matt and his dad hop in my Lexus so that they could sit with the kids so we didn't have to bring them in. When we get back out to the car, my steering wheel was in the upright position, and Fran and I couldn't figure out how to move it back down. We fiddled around with it for a few minutes and then realized that Matt and Wendell didn't wait for us. They just took off. Again, I'm fuming. Actually, I'm ticked. I can't remember exactly, but I'm sure I fired off some "not so kind" words...

Since I didn't know what way they were taking downtown, I took the way I knew. (Since I don't work downtown anymore I'm not sure what exits are open with all the construction). Matt beats us down there by a few minutes and makes some "smart" comment about how to "remind him that if he's ever dying, not to let me drive him to the hospital." OMG. I wanted to jump down his throat. Instead I fire off a mature comment about the steering wheel, which (let me assure you) was well received.

So at this point, I'm complaining to Matt's mom about her son. I tell ya..... I couldn't help myself. I'm fully aware how irrational and quite frankly bitchy I was, but I just couldn't help it. It was like Oscar the Grouch had overtaken my body, and I felt totally justified to be WAY upset with Matt.

Without going into more details of the day, let me assure you -- I wasn't pleasant to be around. I know it.... But it was like there was nothing I could do about it. If Matt so much as breathed wrong, I was all over him.

I had planned to stay at the birthday with Katherine, but knew that I needed a little time alone, so I stayed for about the first 20 minutes or so and then I left. I sooo needed a little time to myself.

I must confess.... my behavior on Sunday morning/afternoon was even worse than Saturday -- if that's possible. I don't really ever yell at the kids, but Sunday -- yea you guessed it. Not only did I yell at them, but it was right in front of Matt and his parents. Oh, it was classic trashy behavior. Here's what happened....

I bought the kids a game for Christmas. They call it the Treasure Game, but it's made by Cranium -- I think it's Cadoo or something. Anyway it has 6 bouncy rubber balls and the kids decided to remove the balls from the game and bounce them as high and hard as they could off the walls and wood floors. I asked them to stop it 3 times nicely and then since they didn't listen to me, I took the game away and put it on top of the refrigerator. So Caleb starts crying and I cave. I give them the game back and it's the same song and dance -- bouncing the balls off everything. (All the while, Matt is lauging and making some comment about how they can't help themselves, they're just having too much fun). When one of them hits some Waterford in the living room, I snap. "IF YOU DON'T START LISTENING TO ME DAMMIT.....". As soon as the words came out I wish I could take them back, but it was too late. So there you have it.... My in-laws are there to witness the first time I swear at my kids. It was horrible. Totally shameful...

Oh, and in the middle of all this, Katherine and Caleb are blowing these high-pitched recorder whistle type things that are grating on my last nerve. Noisy toys never bother me, but today they made me want to scream, yell, stomp my foot, and act like an immature baby.

It was a horrible weekend. I was a mess! I'm not sure what got into me, but man.... I HATED every second.

After Matt's parents left, Matt and I bundled up the kids and took them outside to build a snowman. The fresh air did me a world of good.... it did us all good. We spent an hour and half building Frosty, throwing snowballs and making snow angels. It was sooo much fun! (Yes, I also have pictures of this, but again, I haven't uploaded them. Actually I need to sweet talk Danyel into coming down and helping me out with my new external hard drive. I'm pretty sure that if she's reading this, she's going to want to stay away from me). I would put "LOL" here, but unfortunately there's nothing funny about it!

So today was a new day. It's a new week. Hopefully this horrible weekend where I was momzilla and wifezilla (oh and I can't forget daughter-in-law-zilla) will soon be forgotten.