Pulling My Hair Out

So you may or may not have noticed that I have pretty much been silent for the last couple of weeks. There is a good reason for this. Namely, I've been running around working my tail off so that by the time I get home, I have just about enough time to make dinner, (perhaps) eat, put the Baby Girl to bed and then pass out with a magazine on my face. Not so bad when I wake up in the morning and have to rush, 'cause then I smell like the closest perfume insert... ewwww... just kidding. Not about the falling asleep with the magazine on the face, though. That's actually happened more times than I care to think of.

So why then am I posting something today? Simple, I am doing this so that I don't go on a slapping rampage. I came in this morning feeling a touch combative and it's been getting progressively worse. The great thing about this is that I can pretty much "speak" my mind and no one thinks there's a need to start calling the police.

So why am I feeling so... grr-ish (I know that's not a word, but I'm making it one for this post)? Dunno. Could be that I've been trying to play catchup and my efforts are going over as well as a fart in a closed room. But it could also be because I am just cranky from not having full use of my leg--oh yes, a little over a week ago, I tore a calf muscle while walking briskly to my car. Or it could be because of a crazy hormonal shift? Meh, who's to say. All I know is that I have a presentation to put together for tomorrow and everyone and their mother seems to think I have all the time in the world to take care of them and only them. Grrrr... It's times like this I really just want a big neon sign that reads, "Piss Off." A girl can dream right?