{"id":1610,"date":"2009-07-15T09:26:04","date_gmt":"2009-07-15T14:26:04","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/?p=1610"},"modified":"2009-07-15T09:26:04","modified_gmt":"2009-07-15T14:26:04","slug":"grumpy","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/2009\/07\/15\/grumpy\/","title":{"rendered":"Grumpy"},"content":{"rendered":"

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I know, I know, how can I be grumpy when I look at that face?? <\/p>\n

But I have had a grumpy week and I am not sure why. Fighting boys, everyone now feeling better but being lazy and not getting anything done. I feel like I am constantly reminding them to pick up their trash, their toys, all of their crap. What happened to the fun carefree days of summer that I was so looking forward to? <\/p>\n

I miss the beach- having lots of stuff for the boys to do, lots of hands to help with Eva. <\/p>\n

I am letting little things annoy me WAY too much- you know when you get mad about something or someone and you IM your husband to complain about it and he responds with “chillax” Sigh. Easy for him to say, I don’t want to chillax, I want to complain. I’m frustrated! I know it wasn’t a huge thing (not the “chillax”- but the event that made me mad in the first place), but all the little things sometimes add up- ya know? I could feel the tears spring to the back of my eyes with the frustration of it all. Why can’t people give a little, why does it feel like it is always me? <\/p>\n

Ok, pity party over.<\/p>\n

Today I am going to make a huge effort to try a little harder. Snap out of my moodiness, not rely on others- not let them control my mood.<\/p>\n

These should help<\/p>\n

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Off to shake it all off.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

I know, I know, how can I be grumpy when I look at that face?? But I have had a grumpy week and I am not sure why. Fighting boys, everyone now feeling better but being lazy and not getting anything done. I feel like I am constantly reminding them to pick up their trash, their toys, all of their crap. What happened to the fun carefree days of summer that I was so looking forward to? I miss the beach- having lots of stuff for the boys to do, lots of hands to help with Eva. I am letting little things annoy me WAY too much- you know when you get mad about something or someone and you IM your husband to complain about it and he responds with “chillax” Sigh. Easy for him to say, I don’t want to chillax, I want to complain. I’m frustrated! I know it wasn’t a huge thing (not the “chillax”- but the event that made me mad in the first place), but all the little things sometimes add up- ya know? I could feel the tears spring to the back of my eyes with the frustration of it all. Why can’t people give a little, why does it feel like it is always me? Ok, pity party over. Today I am going to make a huge effort to try a little harder. Snap out of my moodiness, not rely on others- not let them control my mood. These should help Off to shake it all off.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":4,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_active":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_note":"","_monsterinsights_sitenote_category":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[13],"tags":[297],"class_list":["post-1610","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-life","tag-frustration-factor-high"],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1610","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/4"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1610"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1610\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1610"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1610"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1610"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}