You know when one minute you're feeling up beat and happy, and you want to just chat the day away with any one who will listen... and then the next minute you are channelling Oscar the Grouch, and just want everyone to bugger off and leave you alone??
Well that's me today.
This morning, despite a very broken night of sleep thanks to Husband, the Little Monster and the Bump!, I woke up in a pretty jolly mood.
I managed to get the Little Monster to daycare on time {the bus gods were smiling on me this morning}, and more amazingly, I managed to get into work ON TIME! Such a rarity; such an achievement! hehehe
I had my performance review at work, which went really well - yay!
AND I have found a replacement daycare spot for the Little Monster whilst his usual lady is away on holiday.
So all in all, it had been a very good morning.
Then it all changed.To be fair, I know exactly what set the Grump off; it was getting caught in a torrential down pour whilst walking back from the replacement daycare place.
I did have my brolly with my, but it's one of those cheap Two Dollar Shop specials that doesn't actually offer much protection.
So, my jeans are soaked from the knee down.
Because I wore my thongs for the walk, my feet are frozen.
And because I'm starting to feel really pregnant, I am now tired and sore from the long walk.
So really, I'm pregnant, tired, sore AND grumpy. What a delightful combo...
My advice? Steer clear of me until tomorrow!!
Or at least until I've had a kilo of chocolate :)
How do you combat the Grumpy Monster when it unwittingly rears it's grouchy head? What are your coping mechanisms? {maybe I can borrow them?!}
{images from here and here}