Happy for Monday.

My life on a sunday.

I actually looked forward to a Monday for the first time ever.

What a nightmare of a weekend. Nothing went right. The kids were badly behaved. The hubster was in a bad mood all weekend, which put me in a bad mood, which rubbed off on the kids. We got nothing done. We spent all of Saturday cleaning the house, I was looking forward to hanging out with my old college buddies that had been planned for a month.

My friend picked me up and we drove an hour into the city to meet up with the rest of the group.  Everyone that said they were coming, didn't show up. The people that did show up were on their cell phones the whole time. Nothing worse then having a phone shoved in your face showing you some website or a picture. Just put the stupid things away and be in the moment. It's terribly rude, and boring.  Needless to say, I think I'm done going to reunions.

All of Sunday was a complete downer due to me working off of 4 hours of sleep. I stumbled through the morning barking and flipping out every other minute. If it was annoying or loud I was going to let you know about it. I tried to take a nap and woke up to an angry family. I came downstairs and James stank of stink bug and Watt's had tricked the hubster into taking him to the potty, where he quickly broke loose and peed instead.... on the floor. Hubster is furious that he can't find diapers, Watts is running around naked, and I'm busy smelling Jbone's mouth to figure out if he actually ate the stink bug or was accosted by one. The hubster is insisting that James was attacked by the stink bug. I'm not buying it. I swear he burped up stink bug. Neither here nor there at this point....

I get everything in order and everyone settled down and in the car to go grocery shopping. I thought it would be nice to get some mussels that were on sale. $3.00. Get home and open the trunk of the car and almost threw up from the smell. The mussels stunk. It smelled like the bay at low tide. Argh.... of course.... my romantic dinner would have to stink to high hell. The hubster is annoyed with me because I kept talking about the smell.... we push dinner off till after I put the tots to bed.

Get the boys to bed and try to clean the mussels. It took an hour to determine what was dead, what wasn't... watching several videos on "You Tube" to see how to cook, clean, and check mussels...  by the time I got them clean and in the pot the whole house reeked of dead sea life. If you ever want to play a prank on somebody you hate with a passion, take 5 rotten mussels and hide them in a house or a car... hell it could even be outside.

Anyway,  Get them in the pot... add some white wine, garlic, this that, it's looking good... add some toasted bread...

Try to make it romantic and finally sit down with a glass of wine some candle light... and watch as the hubster takes his first bite. His face winces as he digs something out of his mouth... "I think I just bit into a pearl". "Thats not possible... mussels dont make pearls" "Well here... hold this pearl that was in my mouth" sure enough a tiny pearl....

I take a bite... my mouth was full of sand, grit, shit and the taste of rotten bay. That was enough to make me snap. "I can't eat this..." I get up from our dinner and start throwing dishes around... I look over and the hubster is sitting there all by himself looking pathetic as I throw a shit fit. Poor man, he was wearing the same face as a dog about to be euthanized.... now I'm just angry that I exist.

We both ditch the bay, drink the wine, and eat some home made hummus. The wine calms me down, and put's me right off to sleep.

I have never been so happy to see Monday.