Frustration

Have you ever rolled out of bed, already fuming a little bit? Ever have the first words out of your mouth laced with anger? And THEN have the first words out of someone else's face be accompanied by a roll of the eye?? That spells major morning frustration with a capital EFF YOU!
Now that I've been up for about an hour, I've nibbled on a banana, drank my jug of water and started in on my coffee, I'm a little more clear of mind, but this morning... seriously?!? The hubster is off work so he did the nice thing, he went to get the baby this morning (ok, I will fully admit that it's only in this moment when I've calmed down that I can see that it was the nice thing). Forty-Five minutes later, I'm awakened by a fussing baby and a growly husband and a hungry preschooler. What the heck, people?! Can no one function without me, even for less than a freaking hour?? First mistake, my dearest hubby, was using the wrong bottle with the baby, so he wasn't eating and he was pissed off because let's face it, he's a baby and he was hungry and that's all it takes. Second of all, I notice that the father of my children has already made and drank a full mug of coffee before either of the children were fed... which means that baby (who is used to eating almost right away after getting up) was extra hungry and extra not in the mood for taking a bottle which he doesn't like anyways. And then the preschooler starts bouncing off the walls... because of his HUGE bowl of zero-nutritional-value-sugar-pops.
I see red.
So I take the fussy baby to feed him myself. I inform the husband that, FOR THE THOUSANDTH TIME, baby will only take a certain bottle. I peel an orange and put a cup of milk into the hands of the hyper preschooler... and I just want to crawl back into bed. Then after I've calmed down, I try to thank hubby for getting up with the baby and to explain where my frustration comes from, but he's trying to quite smoking and he's frustrated because of some stupid little truck thingy and he starts acting like a cornered rat... with rabies.... and a bad haircut. Then the preschooler comes looking for someone to play ninja-block monster-dinosaurs with him and when I tell him I'll be down in a minute to go for a run and to play with him he says he doesn't even want ME. At least the baby is looking at me with love in his ey..... oh wait, he's just eyeing up the milk bags again.
Eff you family. Eff.You.

 

**Edit: Ok, I yelled. I can't stand myself when I get so... over the top, that I yell. I felt like not one single person in my house was listening or cared to really hear anything that was coming out of my mouth. So I yelled. I yelled at Shawn that he wasn't listening. I yelled in Trent's general direction to go play. And although I didn't yell at the baby, I might have given a giant HARUMPH. Does all this make me a bad mom? No. It means that this morning sucked. That's all. I went for a run. Did some crunches and lifted some weights. Then I got on the floor and played ninja dinosaur family with Trent and kissed Sawyer's pudgy little belly and texted Shawn 'I love you'. Now I'm going to jump in the shower and wash the stink of a morning that started out on the wrong foot off me. We've got the whole rest of the day to be cute and loving and wonderful to each other.