Pity me for I am Whingy.

Today was one of those days where nothing goes right. Literally nothing.

I'm tired. I'm cranky. The kids were cranky. Everything anybody said to me I took as an insult, even down to "Would you like me to put him down for his nap?" which really isn't even remotely close to an insult and says nothing of my parenting skills (which feel very lacking today) but yet I took it as "You can't do it, so I will." kind of things. Life just wasn't good today no matter what I did.

This is one of those days where I just really want a hug or a good cry, but there's nobody to hug me that I haven't yelled at (shame on me for that), nobody to just fold me into them and let me cry, nobody to just say "you're not a horrible person, it'll be okay" and actually have me feel their warm body snuggling me up.

Today is one of those days that makes me wish I was 5 years old and could still curl up on my Daddy's lap, suck my thumb, and just be sheltered from the world. Sometimes I hate being an adult.

*sigh*