Maybe I am grumpy because my neck is out, and has been for over a week. I guess it’s my fault… I haven’t made a chiropractic appointment.
Maybe I’m grumpy because I have to tell Ethan to take the rollerblades off a million time before he actually hears me. And then I have to tell Zach.
Maybe I’m grumpy because I can spend a good chunk of time teaching – ie, discussing, showing, demonstrating, drawing, pointing out – what oblique, vertical, and horizontal lines are, only to have Julia tell me she doesn’t know when I ask her at dinner.
Maybe I’m grumpy because I have slipped on puddles of water in various places, way too many times, due to the fact that Noah loves to watch the water sprinkle from his cup.
Maybe I’m grumpy because I folded at least 10 loads of laundry (with Sara‘s help, I have to admit), but now have another 4 loads of clean laundry to fill their place.
Maybe, just maybe, I’m grumpy because I am tired. Plain and simple.
I have to admit that I have been grumpy. Maybe just a little.