Which is Totally Fine and Normal

 Oof, I am owly this morning (owly=extremely pissy)  I ate something I knew I would have a reaction to, then I did from midnight to 2:00 am.  I slept in, only to be awakened by a text that the mother-in-laws meds are ready, WHICH IS TOTALLY FINE AND NORMAL.

I got up, showered and started to think about chores and breakfast and got a text from my sister-in-law that she needs help with the m-i-l.  WHICH IS TOTALLY FINE AND NORMAL.  

Turns out, the m-i-l was in a bad mood because she was told she can't do something, which is never her favorite and results in pouting.  Unluckily for her, she got ME who is all cheery "Whelp, this is your choice so there you go and I'm going to leave now."  So, she didn't get sympathy, help, or attention from me.  My s-i-l was all "YEAH, it's been a MORNING."

It's Sunday and that means visitors next door, again WHICH IS TOTALLY FINE AND NORMAL.

And I have chores to do and/or finish.  Lucy went on strike yesterday and slept in the people bed nearly all day.  I had to change the sheets this morning before Her Highness reclaimed her rightful spot again.  (old dog behavior. Yes, I can move her.  It wasn't important enough because Old Dog)

So, I got everything started: laundry, changed the sheets, remembered to eat, vacuum, etc. About an hour of productivity.  Then I planned on going through photos, that I have been avoiding, because one of the visitors wants to spend some time looking at them.  WHICH IS TOTALLY FINE AND NORMAL.

Except my office was cluttered with bedding from next door and rocks from walkies and papers from my job and, and, and.  I started to get that taken care of when my phone rings.

It's Kevin and he needs help with the racecar and the laptop. WHICH IS TOTALLY FINE AND NORMAL.  Except I was wrestling with a bag full of bedding, trying to get it in the closet and the photos haven't even begun.

I spent about thirty minutes out there being frustrated because he's trying to help, yet he gets distracted, and the program wasn't working, and I didn't want to smell like gas fumes the rest of the day and I just effing hate everything and everyone today.

I sat down at my computer to look something up and didn't get the answer quickly so got (more) frustrated and now I"m trying to psyche myself up to go open that box of photos which are going to make me sad and I can't want to.  WHICH IS TOTALLY FINE AND NORMAL.