Not a happy camper
So yesterday, I decided to go back to sleep after getting the kids off to school. I was still feeling the effects of inventory. I woke up at 1:30, when I needed to be AT work at 1:30! Ack! Got there at 2, boss says I definitely look like I just woke up. Phew.
Okay, so then mister my room is a mess bitches at me this morning that I haven't cleaned the living room. Huh? Apparently, daddy complained about it last night and the kid who's a slob decides that he's going to give me grief about not cleaning the house. WTF? I am NOT happy, especially with this pounding head. I had to explain that before giving people a hard time about not doing something, you need to be doing it yourself.
Off to clean, before anyone else bitches about it...