Okay, I know that I shouldn't use pregnancy as an excuse, but seriously, I've been hella grouchy for the past couple days. Like snappy as heck...Dave doesn't hear my question/comment the first time, I'm barking. His cereal sits in his bowl a little too long for my taste, my panties are all in a bunch. Stupid teachers can't read their damn lotus notes and realize for the five hundredth time, yes, there IS period 6 on Friday, all classes on Friday means that we have all the classes that were scheduled for a regular Friday, not ALL freakin' classes...and I'm ready to climb over the seven tables that separate me and them and freakin' slap the crap out of their heads. I actually said "shut the hell up" so loudly that Kathy looked at me in a funny way across the table which clued me in that I had pulled a Zoller and did not use my volume control. I don't even want to be this grouchy...and I do feel bad for what Dave has to put up with, but seriously, it's more uncontrollable than it's ever been before. I know I'm bad, but I've been trying to be better, but yesterday and today it was ridiculous. Let's hope this break calms me down cuz I feel myself even getting more snappy in class...and I really don't want to take my hormones out on my wonderfully good kids. Breathe, count to ten, breathe again. Grrrr.