Craig went out with his brother and sister-in-law to go whale watching in Monterey, leaving me home with the kids. That was perfectly fine, because really, I had less than zero interest in going. They left just after seven this morning and didn't get back until after 8:30 tonight. In the hours between, I was left with two children who seemed to have come from hell, so that by the time they walked through the door, I was in the foulest of moods. Still am. I'm steering clear until I get into a better mood.
I just have tons to do and he's taking off again tomorrow to take Ian and Helen into San Francisco. Friday, we're picking up Alicia from school and driving down to LA for the weekend, which means I get to do 90% of the prep by myself tomorrow. Plus, learned today that Friday is her class' day for the snack sale, which means since I can't work because we won't be here, I have to take something in. He's taking the van away from me tomorrow to get it serviced before the weekend, and I only learned when he got home that he was leaving his car and taking the train so I had been running around trying to figure out how to get everything done without a car tomorrow when I really didn't need to. *sigh*
I'm just frustrated, and tired, and annoyed when I probably shouldn't be. I did manage to finish my contest entry and sent it off to sadbhyl for her to look over, but the fact that I haven't heard from her yet has my head doing all sorts of crazy things like thinking it sucks. I know she's just busy, but still, I automatically assume the worst when it comes to my writing. I always do.
Fingers crossed tomorrow is better.