Mythbusters

We went and saw the Mythbusters at Purdue this afternoon. They had a Q&A session. We were in the nosebleed section, but it was really interesting.

I'll tell you what, reading a book about the plague makes it really hard to enjoy public events. The kid behind us kept snuffing his nose, and I thought I was going to come unglued. The people next to me were rude, too. They were talking the whole time to the people in front of them (their kids, I think) and the daughter, a teenager, was laying over the seats like she was in her living room. It was extremely annoying, and made it hard to concentrate. Still, it was nice to get out (away from our kids, even if we were a little too close to other peoples' kids) for a bit.

I'm not sure what's wrong with me today. I have no patience at all. The kids are driving me crazy. Claire's not sleeping well, preferring to practice her crawling instead of lying down and going to sleep. I've yelled at MG more today than I ever have before. For example, I had just folded up some blankets and put them on the quilt rack in the nursery, when she came upstairs. I asked her to go back downstairs. Then she pulled all the blankets down and I yelled at her to go downstairs and stop making messes. I just get so tired of cleaning and cleaning and literally having her come right behind me and screw it back up again.

I think it goes back to this business of having the house and the office in shambles. I just can't take it. It's like fingernails on a chalkboard to me, only it doesn't stop until things are in order again. We're doing the best we can, but there just isn't enough time in the day to take care of the kids and do everything that needs to be done with all these "projects" that keep coming up. Sometimes it's all I can do to keep everyone fed and in clean clothes. I finally got the summer stuff put away and the outgrown clothes pulled out of the kids' room tonight. That project only took 3 weeks.

Anyway, who would've thought that I'd become a neat freak? My room was always a disaster area growing up. Even in college, I used to drive Amanda nuts because didn't keep things as clean as she did. BJ must have hypnotized me or something.

I took a nap this afternoon with the kids (long night, Claire's teething and still fighting this cold, so she's waking up more than usual), so I'm planning on staying up late tonight to straighten things up. BJ's mom is coming tomorrow to watch MG so I can work (thank God for Grandmas!). Maybe if I can get on top of some of this stuff I'll feel better. If not, I think I might have to go see Dr. Joel about upping my Zoloft. I can't go on feeling like this. And Christmas always makes me nuts - I need to go into the holidays healthy, not feeling like a crazy person.